I'm sitting on the wall
Watching
People on the pier
People on the beach
Just watching their lives unfold.
When I grow up
I'll be a writer
And maybe I'll write about
People like them.

I'm following them up the steps
Watching
As their eyes meet each other
In a motionless embrace
Just watching their lust unfold.
When I grow up
I'll be a writer
And maybe I'll write about
People like them.

I'm locking the cubicle next door
Listening
To sounds I can't quite picture
But I think I get the gist
Just thinking of how easy it is
to hide in public.
When I grow up
I'll be a writer
And maybe I'll write about
People like them.

I'm hiding just outside the door
Waiting
It's just a tiny little flick knife
Over in a flash
Just righting one of many wrongs.
And nobody suspects me
Just an innocent little boy
Saving the world from
People like them.

And now I'm sitting on the wall again
Watching
People on the pier
People on the beach
Just watching their lives unfold.
When I grow up
I'll be a writer
And maybe I'll write about
People like them.