closing in on empty spaces
a paper world with paper faces
there's a man, a real pacesetter
and after him there's someone better and
he'll offer you a cigarette
but he hasn't finished with you yet
on another long, knife night
there's the man you're chasing
open arms and open purses
fill your heads with clever verses
silent vows in secret places
'cause you never win in human races
there's the man you're casing