I caught her dancing with no one leading
With only music in her head
Just like my daughter with awkward steps
Unacquainted were her feet from her legs

Now when I march through this place
I can scarcely read the names
Who should bother to walk through a world
where man forgets how to dance?

Now the end of the world comes
The end of all possible meaning
Either by the heat death of the universe
Or by despair, by violence, or by disease
Or just the simple end of my conscious being
What response fits modern men like me?

When I march through this place
I can scarcely read the signs
Who should bother to walk through a world
Where man forgets how to live?