The Moon's Been Gone for Hours

Surrounded by hands and faces
I'm clutching my baggage
And ringing my bell of help
I don't think it will be heard

There are too many shuffling feet and shivering teeth
The moon's been gone for hours now
And her makeup needs reapplying
I wonder who she's with

Or if she needs my help
Many a man surround her pockets
They only covert what is in her pockets
I clutch my luggage
And stare fiercely into the wall

We are waiting for transportation, me and my luggage
A moving mouth has made contact
And the dust it looks friendly now
All the dollars I paid to one phone owning hand are well-earned

It only makes me wonder where they go
Or what they do
And what lays beneath the dust
Under the eye of untruest

The badged and uniform wearing authoritarians
They are graced with notes
From all sides of the world
And they seem to be in charge
But then I wouldn't know

The madness in this city glows
And my comfort in this chaos grows
For we are taken care of well
And driven to and form our luxury shell

Machine gunman stands by the door, to protect us
I like it here, think I'll come back for more