Walked through a club like I walk through a field, I promise there's nobody there I've been in the front and stood in the back, to try and get a glimpse at their minds Their heads in the clouds but their feet on the ground I tell you they won't fly away With their head in the clouds but their feet on the ground, I tell you they won't fly away Alter their styles don't undo the laces, so nothing has really been changed Vary the words just keep all of the phrases, so all your songs are the same You might change the clouds but you can't change your faces, the face is unchanged Growing forever old... Oh they're forever old... Growing forever old... Always forever old... Looked in their eyes but I looked into gla** 'cause I swear that there's nobody there I've listened to words, listened to songs, but can't hear just what's been played Their hearts follow something they don't understand, I wonder if they're here at all Their hearts follow one thing they can't understand, I wonder if they really care Emptier faces lead emptier lives yet even these shells have dreams Look in the mirror do you see their faces, or is this not what it seems With your head in the clouds but your feet on the ground, I tell you they won't fly away Growing forever old... Oh they're forever old... Growing forever old... Always forever old...