The bolts are loose.

A jaded man with fading dreams,
living in a world full of screams,
you see, I saw men walk on the moon,
and they say the carpenter is coming real soon,
these eyes believe what they see,
men behind the curtain want you on your knees,
I seek no master above me, nor slave below,
but the meandering river is tired of the flow.

Getting on the last bus out of town,
stuck in the same place, gotta move around,
there's not enough certainty and too much unknown,
the court jester has taken over the thrown,
unfamiliar land has yet to be explored,
pawns being sacrificed on the chessboard,
dead men walking down the long hall,
got me a ride to Babylon to watch the tower fall.