Every day there's more people telling me "Come on - just get on with your life!"
We're throwing dollars at every problem that we see, as if somehow that's right.
Think about the people that will come here after you.
Don't you know? we've got a lot to explain.
We're talking changes while the whole wide world falls apart, still nothing has changed.
Does it seem strange, we know the answers, so when can we start?
Could that just be a fantasy?
Almost everyone makes a living off of fear, It's good business today.
Cast dispersions on everyone and everything, it poisons all that we say.
Speak as if you have your own monopoly on truth.
You know - this dream just has to survive!
We're talking changes while the whole wide world falls apart, still nothing has changed,
Does it seem strange we blame the past for what's still in our hearts?
Or could that just be a Fantasy?
The Beltway poets are waxing eloquent