Caught me کے بول

The useless man puts out his hand to paint dreams on a canvass o fair And I understand for it is my soul that paints him right there I drop a coin into his cup as I walk on by And he says to me you will be free the moment you decide And I go on my way Like a victim of the day That working class has caught me I’m planning my escape And though most folk ignore me I’ll soon be on my way I’ll soon be on my way The early mornings and late nights Cut lines into my skin And I tread the sidewalk to a rhythm That never ends But I meet a smile that breaks the noise In my masquerade Now I can ignore what lies in store with the grief of a working day I see dreams and other ways But still a victim of the day