Old rocking chair It beckons you like a junkie's needle Start thinking feeble Cowardly lion The special today is karma yoga Glued to the sofa
Where was I when we lost power? Where was I when lies were spoken? Where was I when evil snuck in? Where was I when hope was choking?
A spy in the house Someday one of the kids may catch us cussing Then turn us in Family ties They used to be colors in a rainbow Now we fly solo
Give me back the passion flower Give me back the nonconsumer Give me back my lack of reason Give me back my sense of humor
Blow like cyclone my second wind Blow like typhoon my second wind Blow like tempest my second wind
Blind by design I've gotten the hang of not resisting Who cares who's listening Popular press And we've got the video and the movies Let's feed the zombies
Now that I know what to fight for Now that I need more adventure Now that I have thoughtful patience Now that I can see the future
Put your hours in and take your pay Like there wasn't any other way Then I heard a voice inside me say It was twenty years ago today When did I get so tired? Did I wake up half-sleeping? I can't life slip away To a world with no meaning
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