Open my eyes and I turn to the eastnClose my eyes to a lifestyle in the westnSuspicious of the reason for a gift and of the handnPainting pictures of a woman of a mannnOpen my wings and I fly to the southnYou give me crap and say it's for the bestnLots of little people feeding people in the squarenMarching up and down waving banners in the airnnI opened my arms as I ran to the southnRecycling words I screamed for morenStumbling to my feet I took a message to the handnConstructing pictures of a woman of a mannnIn ignorant confusion I turned to the eastnClosed my eyes to a family in the westnLots of little people leading people in the squarenMarching up and down waving banners in the airnnOpen my eyes and I turn to the eastnClose my eyes to a place in the westnPainting little pictures of a room and of a mannBelieving as only a dreamer really cannnI open my wings and I fly to the southnYou give me crap and say it's for the bestnLots of little people eating people in the squarenMarching up and down waving banners in the airnTHE VOICE HAS CHANGED