First your mama and your papa sent you to the finest school
Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a fool
So with a credit card in your good name
You were drawn like a moth to a flame
to the people of the night
Where you more or less lost your cool
Well, you had 20 20 vision and still you were walkin' 'round blind
Yes, and whether right or wrong, I'd still tag along behind
But you're flyin' too high for
And if this is how it's got to be
Then it's time to say you go your way
And I'll go mine
It's been a gas
But I'm gonna have to pass
These are not people
No These are not my people
And it looks like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend
You found yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
Then you felt the pulse of your god, and he had died
And all your rebels that have got no cause
And all your tigers that have got no claws
They promised you the world on a string, but you know they lied
Well, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine
But I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean
Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
They're gonna throw you away like last week's magazines
Party pals and sociable gals
These are not my people
No These are not my people
And it looks like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend
And it looks like the end, my friend
Gotta get in the wind, my friend