Come with me

Drop everything and come with me
Pretend like the rest of your life
Never mattered

It's a hell of a proposition
And I know that you know
I have played my last hand

I know you have propositions
From unforeseen directions
On a daily basis

How can anybody choose
When there is so little time
And so many men

All the People, Oh So Many People

All the people you'll never be
What do they need
On that restless Sunday night
Jet-lagged from weekend excesses
That never freed them from the week

All the old faces you never see
What do they decree
To be life's one defining moment
As feet are dragged slowly up stairs
To reach machine run office floors