A couple hundred steps to the end of the hikenAnother hundred miles in a van on a turnpikenBusybodies look into the future to findnThey're still a little bit behindnnThey fall down in the pitch-black nightnSteady ground fading from their sightnA disappointed town in a country that's turning out the lightsnWorking hard to feel alrightnnLately the path is going only uphillnMaybe the best approach is just standing stillnSome of those Eastern guys don't need a rewardnThey sit around a lot but never look borednnA shiny set of bootstraps to be pulled upnRags-to-riches don't come true begging in a cupnDriven people driven to the edge of their mindsnThey're still a little bit behindnnThey fall down in the pitch-black nightnSteady ground fading from their sightnA disenchanted frown in a picture that's hardly black and whitenIn the early morning light