There's a limit to the plain old drone,
a little bit of human touch
And I was never really rock and roll,
Even though I want it so damn much
Me, I'll sing about the good old days,
I'll find myself the words that fit
And I'll make them bloom inside your heart,
Yeah, I'll really make a meal of it.
Don't let it make your head sink low,
It happens to the best of us
And the way that time moves fast and slow,
Happens to the rest of us
And nothing makes up most of space,
And I'm a pile of atoms with a soul
And you can make a hopeless face,
Or you can fill the world with hope
And things can grow in the darkest places starved of light
And unbeknownst to me I could be satisfied
Even though I must've known it my whole life
I hid
I hid it well, I hid it in plain sight.
I've been thinking 'bout the words I choose,
I've been thinking that this thought has leaks
I've been thinking I might think too much,
I've been thinking that for this past week
But none of that is even true,
Which must mean that it's all a lie
I really don't think much at all,
I hardly have the nerve to try
And there's groaners in the next debate,
And they'll point at anything they see
And they'll call it all a call to arms,
As if they're in the Cavalry
Join them if you feel displaced,
Join them if you feel undone
If your conscience has been all used up,
You can always get another one
And things can grow...
Golden light fills this
Past of mine swells it
Twice its size
Never cold
Never cold