What a World
Kevin Geyer
Head in the gutter
Feet on the dash
Driving in circles
Just watching time pass
Tell me when I can breathe
Wherever I like
Turn me out down the line
But I don’t really wanna know why
There’s food in the kitchen
And trash on the floor
With luxuries laying around
Do we ask for more
What a world
The neighborhoods busy
All running in place
The cards on table
Just taking up space
Tell me when I can see
Whoever I like
Do I want what I need
Do they ever happen at the same time
There’s dirt on the carpet
The dishes aren’t done
With luxuries laying around
Are we having fun
What a world