If you don’t stop lyin’ on the floor.nYou don’t know what your dyin’ for.nThe last thing that you need is imbeciles and indecision.nThe discussion nearly endsnShe says, “I’m leavin’ my friend.”nAnd I don’t wanna see you when I’m walkin’ on my way homenIt is always on my way homennMaria quietly talks to menShe says, “Adam, what do you see?”nThe people lying in the ---- hours of imperceptionnAnd I believe I --- the groundnShe says, “Hey, what have you found?”nAnd everything I see is only walking on my way homennLook at all the silly people out therenCan’t you see?nOh, all the silly people lying, crying, dyingnnBelieve me and this is what I seenAnd if you don’t, amuse menWe walk in circles and we walk back between indecisionnBetween the currents we will swimnAnd then it’s over my friendnAnd everything I see is only walking on my way homennLook at all the silly people out therenCan’t you see?nOh, all the silly people lying, crying, d-d-d-dyingnnMaria she belongs to me, in between the garden and the seanI walk in circles and the women walks right here beside menAnd if we talk about this town, I must say, “I’ve been feeling down.”nAnd I’ve been sliding all the falls, I’ve seen currents on my way home.nnLook at all the silly people out therenCan’t you see?nOh, all the silly people lying, crying, dyingnnLook at all the silly people out therenCan’t you see?nOh, all the silly people lying, crying, dyingnn