A circle of cronies One of them speaks While others listen While the others listen

A lamp shines on them But their halo of light Their halo of light Leaves most in the

dark

I'm tired of listening So tired of nodding Tired of understanding Tired of the joking

Tired of you speaking So tired of tiring

I'm tired of tiring So tired of tiring

You may be the menWith the big cigars

Smoke heavy in the room Blurring scars and

faces

All of this is « has been » Qui est out qui est in Get out of the spot light Withdraw into

the night

I'm tired of listening So tired of nodding Tired of understanding Tired of the joking

Tired of you speaking

So tired of tiring I'm tired of tiring So tired of tiring

You may be the men With the big cigars Smoke heavy in the room Blurring scars and

faces

But I am the one With the shiny car Look at my witches' broom

Taking off into space