The Drifter

The last time that I saw you, you were walking out the door Taking the stairs three at a time, you were laughing as you walked But now you’re not so civilized, you steal your daily bread But I have to hand it to you, you were always a step ahead Whoa, what are they gonna say? Whoa, they won't let any of us anywhere near Hustling and thieving, just to get ahead You would calculate your next move with no thought for no-one else It’s hard not to imagine, if you once had a friend The two of you ain't talkin', because one of you is dead No, "he’s a bad kid," they screamed Whoa, "he won’t make it out of this change" Hey, was it I was waiting with you? Yeah, was it I was waiting with you? Tried your best to please them, but just seemed in the way You were left to your own devices, no guidance or restraints The ones who throws the stones forget complacency is stained But the one who’s hit remembers, ’til the end of their days No, "he’s a bad kid," they screamed Whoa, "he won’t make it out of this change" The assassins in white coats, will glue your eyelids closed again And the assassins all should know, and they should hang their heads in shame What're you gonna do about it? What're-what're-what're-what're you gonna do about it? Was it I was waiting with you?