Graham Parker - Weather Report lyrics

Hey, can you tell me What everybody plans to do Hey, can you tell me Where's everybody's going to They're out there on the street They must be elite They got shoes I can't afford on their Quick fast feet They have modified irises Behind opaque lens They're hiding equipment Behind barbed wire fences They have somewhere to go They have somewhere to lurk They have this high-end electronic stuff I wouldn't know how to work Hey, can you tell me What everybody plans to do Hey, can you tell me Where's everybody's going to I'm sitting here on my couch My enthusiasm sinking I don't know where anybody's going I don't know what they're thinking There seems to be some secret That everybody's onto But I just don't seem to get it man Not even if I want to Hey, can you tell me What everybody plans to do Hey, can you tell me Where's everybody's going to I got an upright piano That is blocking my door However, my fingers don't obey me So I don't play it anymore I got chains around my ankles That are made out of spaghetti My newspaper's shredded Into so much confetti I tried to make sense of it But my eyes start to bleed Every single page is impossible to read Hey, can you tell me What everybody plans to do Hey, can you tell me Where's everybody's going to