Peter Hammill:Careering

I don't know, can't you see
I'm just passing through, fast as you –
don't ask me.

Careering out of control
disappearing down the black hole,
careering – the white man's soul
stands stark naked in the floodlight glare,
stands stark raving on the strap.
I've had the feeling that I've been there
but I can't quite believe it.

I don't know, can't you see
I'm just passing through, fast as you
so don't ask me.

Careering, simply day to day,
engineering everything I say,
careering for the work and the pay.
I'm just a passenger passing through,
I'm just an average chap.
(We are normal.)
If I said I hadn't got a clue
there'd still come the questions.

I don't know, can't you see
I'm just another case of wasted space
so don't ask me.

Careering, my apprenticeship
no nearer than my pension slip;
careering down the Cresta Run,
I screw it up just like anyone;
careering – pointless anyway
to do it just for the work and the pay.

Look here:
I don't know, can't you see
I'm so near the end, get it straight, friend –
don't ask me,
don't ask me,
don't ask me.