People Be Drifting

People be drifting You ain't comfortable when you need it Tossed out and bloated The stumbled constable conceded Dolores copped a storm, you were Now you weren't Lost our saint Thought he could paint People be drifting You ain't comfortable when you mean it Weight's on the wrong side Fragments of false hype All that makes you bored, when you were Now you weren't Four towers on a hill Now strikes you ill People be drifting You ain't comfortable when you need it Find your way back to yourself Or have you at all, I just want to tell you the truth Want to tell you the truth the truth Tell you the truth That summer is gone, and you ain't In your prime or your pose Drive too far What now hero People be drifting