Quaterma** - Post War, Saturday Echo lyrics

The city is a ravin' neon nightmare Freudian symbols lay my soul bare And every way I turn Electric hoardings burn And words that mean nothing Are endlessly rushing Telling me nothing I really wanna learn A million lonely people in a hurry Sharin' nothin' but a burden of worry They're goin' nowhere at all They're runnin' at a crawl And of all the faces near to me Only one ever speaks to me And that's the face of the clock on the wall You've got to run so hard Just to stay where you are You've got to work You've got to earn You've got to spend The more you have, the more you want A spiral without end