I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym   He's telling people how they're supposed to live   Nobody's listening to the politician   No matter what sage advice he has to give      He's got a clumsy, outdated M O   And he's come to a fork in the road   And there is only one direction to go      Among the commuters, dwarfed by the skyscrapers   I watch the countless millions fighting for space   See hateful, petty acts, disjointed images   And can't believe that I'm one of the same race      We're all just struggling to cope   And we come to a fork in the road   As we watch our foundations erode   There's only one direction to go      It's the way of the dodo, such a noble destiny   It's the waltz of desperation   Passed along to you and me   The way of the dodo      (It's the gray stuff in your head)   (It's the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead)