Lyrics:br br Glassy-Eyed Manbr br There is a glassy eyed man who greets everyonebr He just wants you to eat and be goodbr He’s rejected 100 times a day by stone-faced looksbr For twenty years ten hours a day he’s stoodbr Trying to convince passers-by to give it a spin br He just looks at everyone and gives them a grinbr You say you’ve ate and he just asks whenbr If you don’t sit down he’ll just say thank youbr br The man down the way is missing all his buttonsbr His shirt and his pants hang off him weaklybr He’s shredding fabric everywhere that he goesbr One wonders how can such a confident man appear so meeklybr Now picture all your favorite places, they never let him insidebr The fact is that he was rejected by every job he’s appliedbr You can tell by his cadence that nothing disturbed his stridebr But here he is, his whole self where everyone can get a good lookbr br The sweeping man with his hand up just wants to be left alonebr I’m not a trash man he says - I won’t talk about itbr But he’s getting hassled despite having no answersbr He prefers to say nothing when he can say whatever he sees fitbr When shoved he might say what to do I really have to submitbr He’s up early picking up after the man who can have a bad time anywherebr He’d be an unnecessary being if everybody would do their sharebr So if you ask him for directions he’d rather not discuss itbr br The watch salesman peddles around the busy beachbr But that’s only after he got thrown out of the stationbr For being a nuisance and causing another commotionbr The woman turned him down and the locals gave him a citationbr Everybody these days buys their dated equipment from a fancy storebr You know the ones where they’ll spray you as you walk in the doorbr Hands full, pockets empty, he navigates the shorebr While million dollar boats are visible in the distancebr br The pressured and pressed man’s hat flies offbr He’s got somewhere to be and he’s running latebr He’s afraid to go out but this is his businessbr If you look at him too long you’ll see that he’s ready to abdicatebr See to it that you don’t get lost in the face of despairbr You can see in his face he doesn’t think it’s quite fairbr From the whites of his eyes you can tell he had quite the scarebr Whether he’ll make it or not you’ll never know because you can’t keep upbr br A completely bent in half woman waddles alonebr The pain of her years weighs down her bodybr She nearly slips and falls on all of the rocksbr Her predicament would be helped if her shoes weren’t so shoddybr The line forms behind her and somebody yellsbr The bag dragging behind her rings like bells br You just know she’s never stayed in fancy hotelsbr What will she accomplish as her exercises are fruitlessbr br A man sits by the fountain and criesbr He’s hurt by something but he speaks as a foreignerbr Even if they wanted to no one can comfort himbr You can dismiss him or pretend he’s a professional mournerbr No matter what the truth is, no one is in his cornerbr Obviously you wonder out loud what is the cause of his painbr Why is it so hard when the meaning can be so plain