Millions
Malcolm Lane, Phil Briggs
Millions, of people living, eat and sleep and drinking
But never ever thinking of how the world is sinking
They prefer blinking....
I know that I am just as bad
I work and sleep and sleep and work
Until I feel I'm going mad
Until, perhaps one day
My mind I hope will have it's say
And not just now and then
Glimpse the truth and watch it go again
But it serves me right
Down the middle of the road, right
On down to the end
As I go....
Millions, of people living, eat and sleep and drinking
But never thinking