Cannibals are Carpooling

Wonder who he loved
Did they have some kids?
Is this all that’s left of John:
some obtrusive need?
This is his job
This is John

Cannibals are carpooling
He stands in the median, shoulders slumped
Don’t look to the eyes of passersby
He don’t even hold a sign

Light rail dings, soiled jeans
Sacramento heat
Rugby shirt, a tinted breach
Warmth by the time card
Assembly line
This is his job
This is John

(chorus)

Is this resignation?
Designation of a man who gave up
Is this resignation?
Designation for a man to wake up
Hesitation ‘fore he tosses life up
‘cause who says that anybody really wants to hold a sign?

I am from a small town
Been warned about animals
City dictates
offices, wife and kids
John’s got no blessings
This is his job
This is John

(chorus)