There is a disconnect
And feeling wrecked, I shall become
The drifting of a morning sun.

It is not enough being seen to be seen
To be a bit part player
In somebody else's dream
Everyone needs to be the one
That the spotlight lingers on.

Deal me out..it's not what I'm about
I dream alone and thus the disconnect comes home.

And sat here in this solitude
With time to burn and fingers chewed
I wonder who I really am.
This disconnected man.

They have a name for this malaise
Don't they always?
But I really,really don't give a toss
My loss is mine alone
Another disconnect comes home.

Politicians,churches,banks receive no thanks from me
Just greedy men and hypocrites
Who'd slit your throat for one more groat
One more soul to save,enslave.
Or one more baby in the bath
Drowning on the electoral path.

There is a disconnect..two trains wrecked
And somewhere down the line
A red light glares
Stares at me,
Should I be seeing something else in someone else's dream?
Have I been seen being seen?
In disconnect I want to scream out loud.
Get me out of here
Free me from this rock and roll of roundabout and turn around
As I hit the ground
As once more I fall
The only sound I hear is the disconnect
That laughs gently in my ear and whispers to me
'You never knew me'

And then the phone goes dead.