Clichés of the World

Sunset over the high-rise
By a motorway
A little man looks up at the sky
An uneventful end to a wasted dayClose-up of the man at the window
Looking at the street down below
It's obvious he's got things on his mind
He shakes his head, pulls down the blindHe starts writing a letter
To make it perfectly clear
He's just a man who's reached the end of his rope
Expressing his doubts and his fearsIn a world, feels so lonely and afraid
And disillusioned by the promises they made
It's a pity that it ended up this way
Life is just a clicheI'm gonna do tomorrow
What I did yesterday
It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this scene
It's such a boring clicheLive life, day to day
Seems so passe
Everything you hear and say
Just another clicheLike an actor on a movie screen
Living out somebody else's dream
Living out a total misconception
Reality, a false perceptionIt's such a wasted life
Without any conclusionDays drift into days
Life just slips away
People so blase
Everything's a clicheYes, it is
Yes, it is
Just an illusion
Just an illusionMoonlight over the high-rise
At the end of the day
The little man is asleep in his bed
Tucked up, safely awayIn his dreams he's taken away by alien beings
To another galaxy, deep in space
To a planet where a man can live out his fantasies
And experience unimaginable pleasuresBut morning comes and soon the realities of life
Will shatter his illusions
And the cliches of the world will bring him down
But still he's waiting for a changeDays drift into days
Life just slips away
Everything is passe
Everything's a clicheYes, it is
Yes, it is
It's just an illusion
It's just an illusionYes, it is
Yes, it isSee the sunlight over the motorway
The little man, with anger in his eyes
Stands by the window, looks at the sky