MEN IN THEIR HEADS

Men in their heads, that's where they are, even while alone under the stars. Men in their heads, it's a safe place to be. Most think so, they don't know the key. Men in their heads, as they look for answers. Men in their heads, when they could be dancers.

Dancers of what, who knows, who cares. Wave your arms and make your prayers.

Men in their heads, all waiting to see, who is "right" and how successful is he. Men in their heads, but wanting to play, Marching in step, they measure each day.

But feelings, what feelings they struggle to hear, Why don't I feel my feelings, what do I fear? Feelings of sadness and grief I am sure, of times lost when we were pure. Feelings of loneliness, isolation and fear.  When there was no one around, even to hear.

Feelings of love, of life and see,

The pace goes on and they just have to be, Faster, and smarter, and richer by far, With the squealing wheels of a flashy new car.

Thinking still thinking, always in their head, Perhaps they'll keep thinking until they are dead. Thinking still thinking, what shall we say, waiting for someone to show them the way.

Men in their heads, that's where they are,

Even while alone under the stars.

- Philip York