The world is passing before his eyes
above his head -the clear blue sky
yet never he wonders
he never asks why
as the world is passing him by

the ground is paved
clear roads ahead
signs clearly state
what tears to shed

he need not think
nor ask them why
as the world is passing by

he sees his goal up in the sky
a manifest of fret and lies
it shimmers a twinkle in his eye
as the world is passing by

the pavement carries our men away
in a flight of sighs
to our great dismay
they do not see the stakes and spikes
of Russian castles in the sky