Clean Shoes Show No Secrets

Empty shelves and broken clocks,
Faded signs and forgotten locks—
You've got no keys,
No questions to answer.

As you watch statues, with their heads trained down,
Recite memories of your ancient town—
The words you know well,
But, the language, you don't understand.

The times are changing,
They won't pay you no mind.
So, you better get with it,
Or you'll get left behind.

You're hiding behind glass,
Think that no one can see
That what you really are
Ain't who you claim to be.

The blind porter asks, "Where ya been?"
You say, "Everywhere!" But, your kicks are clean—
You'll never walk a mile in another man's shoes,
Let alone your own.

Voices echo down cold corridors,
Bouncing mysterious metaphors—
Fix your tie in the mirror,
Say, "You don't know what you're talking about!"

The times are changing,
They won't pay you no mind.
So, you better get with it,
Or you'll get left behind.

Aw, look atcha hiding:
So many secrets to keep—
You hope they don't discover
That there's nothing, really nothing to find.

You've got your telephone eye,
Your newspaper shield and dictionary—
Hold it up to protect you
From reality.

Ah, your windowpane barricades
Melt from the heat of your flashlight.
Now you're the one being put on blast—
What's got your tongue tied?

The times are changing,
They won't pay you no mind.
So, you better get with it,
Or you'll get left behind.

Ah, you need a sheet of paper
To tell you who to be,
So you make it your business
To rag on those that are free.

Keep your hands in your pockets,
Always tryna act so tough—
Well, if you're really so smart,
Tell me, what are you so afraid of?

The times are changing,
They won't pay you no mind.
So, you better get with it,
Or you'll get left behind.