para o homem-jornal

"Sitting around, feeling far away
So far away, but I can feel the debris
Can you feel it
You interrupt me from a friendly conversation
To tell me how great it's all gonna be
You might notice some hesitation
Cause it's important to you, it's not important to me
But way down by the edge of your reason
Well, it's beginning the show
And all I really wanna know is

Where'd all the good people go"