Lyrics:

First, your momma and your poppa sent you to the finest schools
Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a fool
So, with a credit card and your good name
You were drawn like a moth to the flame
To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool

You had 20/20 vision still you were walkin' 'round blind
Yet, whether right or wrong I still tagged along behind
But you're flyin' too high for me
And if this is how it's gotta be
Then it's time to say that you'll go your way and I'll go mine

Been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass

These are not my people, no
These are not my people
Look like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend

You find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
Then you felt the pulse of your god and he had died
Then your rebels that have got no cause
And your tigers that have got no claws
They promised you the world on a string but you know they lied

Oh, you know you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine
But you know I'm inclined to think it's not the kind that you mean, no
'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
They gonna throw you away like last week's magazine

Been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass

These are not my people, no
These are not my people
Look like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend

Look like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend
Look like the end, my friend