The Wall Song - Graham Nash, David Crosby

You are walking, you’ve always been walking

Stumbling half blinded and dry as the wind

That strafes you and leaves you to lie in the sand

And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere

This wall that you’ve been trying to cross for years

This fence made of tears no one hears

You see a door, ah, such a great open door

You know that your eyes tellin' lies still you chance

A shambling run, a ridiculous dance

Like a scarecrow that’s hung up to dry on a fence pole

And there’s a place like vacuum waiting inside you

For you to get through to the blue

You scent the water, fresh green grass, food and water

Your breath is scraping your brain into dust

Your rusty old engine is ready to bust

You cannot believe it that they would not trust you

The door is wavering, is that your eyes?

Are they still telling lies?

What are lies?