I woke to the midnight drone
to the noise that makes no sound
the thoughts that swirl around
still won't pick up the phone
trying to swing from one end to the other
Where am I on the pendulum
From happy to sad, to happy,now why bother?
Then it's all gone, gone's the fulcrum
The worlds just not in the mood
like an old man, he says he's rude
fifty years later that's normal
but when he was young, he was just so formal
So much change, with nothing in my pockets
with the years gone by, we still smile at rockets
And the whole truth, the truth is we won't need to fight
with the men who fight while we sleep at night
This is for you, who cries, while others risk for you
and the past generations that led to you
a miracle, you're still alive
a miracle, a baby in this world you've arrived
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