common mortal man

i was on my way to a needle factory, up and coming prospects was a waiting there for me, i was selling my wares three bucks a share, three bucks a share, three bucks a share, i was walking down, down a rocky road and found, a noisy rising sun and a quietly burning moon, they were standing in line, standing in time, standing in time waiting for a fantastic time, standing in line, like a stallion chasing fear itself, watching god sit upon his shelf, we were restless, we were restless, we were restless, but we had to keep on going we were restless, i was looking high but i was feeling low, sun said "man don't sweat" the moon kept still and glowed, the truth is in the eyes of common mortal men, and you can believe it's all in the grief of satan, it's all in the grief of satan, the truth is in the eye, the truth is in the eye, the truth is in the eye, the truth is in the eye, the truth is in the eye, the truth is in the eye, and you can feel