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A couple hundred steps to the end of the hike Another hundred miles in a van on a turnpike Busybodies look into the future to find They're still a little bit behind They fall down in the pitch-black night Steady ground fading from their sight A disappointed town in a country that's turning out the lights Working hard to feel alright Lately the path is going only uphill Maybe the best approach is just standing still Some of those Eastern guys don't need a reward They sit around a lot but never look bored A shiny set of bootstraps to be pulled up Rags-to-riches don't come true begging in a cup Driven people driven to the edge of their minds They're still a little bit behind They fall down in the pitch-black night Steady ground fading from their sight A disenchanted frown in a picture that's hardly black and white In the early morning light From Letras Mania