The march of shoes
Across the hall, across the room
All these people rushing around
On their way to somewhere, they want to be
But the pace of their steps, I think, is too slow
You don’t have time to check out this crowd
One step at a time, you can’t be a part of the conversation -this hustle-bustle of people going somewhere.
Cause I understand that you’ve got to run, but don’t you know that I’m not?