Downtown waiting around
For no one in particular;
Tickled by the grazing eyes of bachelorettes and passersby.
You've been playing the part of
The cultured and smart,
of clean-pressed shirts and a ruthless charm.
Oh, the cars pass by a bit slower just to take you in.

But that's surely no cause for concern.

Held close by the grip of the grind,
Cold sweat drips slow like your passing prime.
You shake its grip and take me aside
And you say to me,
"I met a man who was free and he cautioned me,
'Beware the man with only one book,'
I'm sure I took it the wrong way,
I'm sure I took it the wrong way."
Oh sweet young professional,

Your future sees you with such vacant eyes.
Your future sees you with such vacant eyes.

Down the road is someone there who's waiting for
Your well-intentioned scheme; will it be so well received?
Will you ache and lose your place when she takes you there?
Strips you of your unease: Inhibitions unleashed.

And we move on and on to different songs.
But it's been so long, your friends moved on,
Trying to find themselves somewhere along the way.

But that's surely no cause for concern