Where Is Jackson Lamb

The t-shirt's white becomes blue, you're surprised
The shirt was blue and then is white before your sceptic eyes
The station staff
The spider laughs
Then the curtain falls
The one you missed was on the list
And yours not there at all

As houses go it doesn't catch the eye
Run-down pride on either side and missed by passers-by
A stiff back door
Creaky floors
Then you realise
You are as low as you can go
Your plans reduced in size

And when we're frightened we will cry
Where, where is Jackson Lamb

The circus that you're cast in won't deny
The costs of real and fake mistakes in here are crystallised
The psychopath
Sarcastic laughs
You lost the wherewithal
The boss insists you won't be missed
When operations call

Still standing as the cases pass you by
The workers lost, a shrinking host, the time to sympathise
Is never yet
While traps are set
With items to fulfil
But from outside
We can't decide
If you're the hero still

And when there's trouble we will cry
Where, where is Jackson Lamb