Standing around
with dry mouths and stiff necks.
Our hang-ups hang us when the chairs fall.
I reserve this time for my sanity.
I let things get to me.
I've been in my seventies, since my sixties.
It's their time to fall.
Get ready for the big scare.
Stomp the ground in celebration.
The whisperers are everywhere.
Soon, all this running will be gone.
With contradictions on the rise,
I can sing about how all those miles
don't mean a damn thing.
Searching for that ground breaking line,
when it was here this whole time.
It's their time to fall.
Get ready for the big scare.
Stomp the ground in celebration.
The whisperers are everywhere.
Soon, all this running will be gone.
Soon, all this running will be done.