HIGH PARK

            by Jeffrey Rosenthal


They push you around, and knock you down.
Make you feel like you're the clown.
The man wants his food, and he wants it pronto.
He thinks he's the only man in Toronto.
The streets are crowded with suits and ties
'Cause everybody needs their prize
You want your share, you want to thrive,
But you just get enough to stay alive.

CHORUS:	 When you're feeling low,
         Why don't you go
         To High Park
         Everybody's high, everybody's high.
         Everybody's high, everybody's high.

Work is done, it's time to go
But you can't say good-bye when there's no hello
Today it's worse, you're feeling slighted
They're having a party but you ain't invited
On the sidewalks, such a crowd.
They push and shove and talk too loud.
You'd like to be liked once in a while
But nobody even has time to smile.

CHORUS

And maybe the children will be laughing.

You stop to get a bite to eat
But there's nothing sour and nothing sweet.
Then you ride home on the bus
And no one talks, 'cause what's to discuss?
At last you're home you drink some tea
You settle down and watch T.V.
On every channel people die
But there's always lots of things to buy.

CHORUS

And maybe the actors will be acting.

At ten o'clock you watch the news
The wars go on and you're confused
A sit-com's on but it isn't funny
And you'd go to the movies, but you're out of money.
Then at last it's time for bed
You meant to read but you sleep instead
The alarm clock rings you're up and out
No time for breakfast, do without.

CHORUS

And maybe the drummers will be playing
Maybe the grass will be growing.