Stuck behind an unseen wall
Distinguishing nothing at all
Outside the boundaries of my barrier
Who knows who could be a carrier
Of a social disregard
Cause I feel as though it’s hard to deal with

Slam right through my unseen wall
But still I leave unseen your call
Persevere with your attempting
To steer me from my venting
Of your social disregard
That I feel is oh so hard to deal with

Sorry for not obliging, these streets are a joke
Recurring expectance, I don’t smoke
Getting to know you, now I sadly revoke
My misdirectness, you don’t smoke

A tragic scene you soon unfold
A wasted dream is all you hold
Of all the things in life you’d rather
Had surrendered but your father
Who died alone and cold
By the tree beside the road

To think behind my unseen wall
Had I left unseen your call
You’d have walked the streets for hours
For a place to buy some flowers
For the funeral this afternoon
With an added sense of lonesome gloom

Sorry for not obliging, these streets are a joke
Recurring expectance, I don’t smoke

Getting to know you, now I sadly revoke
My misdirectness, you don’t smoke

Were you lost inside, indignified, the world’s ignoring
With foolish pride I stepped outside to hear your story

To be blown away with what you say, anticipating
You to provoke me for a smoke, so irritating

I don’t smoke. You don’t smoke. We don’t smoke.
I don’t smoke. You don’t smoke. We don’t smoke.