I feel so old.
So cold.
I feel
Alone.
Helpless.
Dejected.
Vain.
Insignificant.
Charming.
Horny.
Impotent.
A wreck.
Flatulent.
Restless.
Like dancing.
And cowering in a corner.

But the one thing I don't feel...
Is lonely.
And for that I am grateful.

A mind storm, space truckin', helter-skelter
Cellophane flowers and lemon trees
A crazy train, a magic carpet ride

Open your eyes, you're out of control
Under pressure, act naturally

Hush, let it be, I'm so tired
Dream on alone on the hill

It's all right now
Numb.

- An anonymous worker in Richard Cory's factory.