Both Sides

This is a strange place... So beautiful yet so sad Wooden huts over steep ravines The desperate clown begs for charity A shock as clear as day Modern buildings selling dreams A man sleeps in the street While fancy cars are passing by He'll start craving the pipe As his mind gets clear again In a place that's blessed by God Politicians let it be this way Mostly anywhere It would seem it's not for real It's too great a gap Between both sides of the story Senses go numb It's so insane... I won't mind, I'll just go on It doesn't feel like I belong I'm just a passing stranger I don't have an obligation I believe the ones who rule Are doing their best to fix it all If not, what can I do? As I said I don't belong... Mostly anywhere It would seem it's not for real It's too great a gap Between both sides of the story Senses go numb It's so insane...