I see a white haired man, he´s got a pseudonym
He´s telling people how they´re supposed to live
Nobody´s listening to the politician
No matter what sage advice he has to give

He´s got a clumsy, outdated m.o.
And he´s come to a fork in the road
And there is only one direction to go

Among the commuters, dwarfed by the skyscrapers
I watch the countless millions fighting for space
See hateful, petty acts, disjointed images,
And can´t believe that I´m one of the same race

We´re all just struggling to cope
And we come to a fork in the road
As we watch our foundations erode
There´s only one direction to go

It´s the way of the dodo
Such a noble destiny
It´s the waltz of desperation
Passed along to you and me

The way of the dodo
(It´s the gray stuff in your head)
(It´s the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead)