By the crowded highway stands the brightly painted sign Where each way points the same way leading, blind man to decide In the doorway looking for the sun that failed to shine A tramp will either laugh or breathe a sigh. The silver-plated eagle glares out from the mansion wall Upon the passing stillborn soldier who can only fall When all has gone by the wayside, scourged by what he's done Beyond Nirvana, each is all and one. Dazed and wondering... find someone Is there anybody out there? Just anyone? Misplaced grooms in bedsit rooms hide from the warning gun The white dove flies toward the mountain under a waning sun The plaster cracks and disappears and when all's said and done You're there to die alone or carry on. In the senseless crowd you pass, someone in whom you hide If only for a moment till you reach the other side You raise your arms to make a sign to show the hour has come But you're alone and everyone has gone. Dazed and wondering... find someone Is there anybody out there? Just anyone?