The blessing and the curse
Of living in interesting times
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong with the thinking
For better or for worse
This is an impossible climb
Can it fly?
Can it fly? Feels like sinking
Hope the landing’s soft
Can hardly stay aloft
With the air on fire
Next to a monolith
Of messages meant to malign
Who are you?
Who are you to raise your hand?
Like running a race
With a parachute opened behind
Can’t move on
Can’t move on past where you stand
Winded from it all
It’s hard to breathe or call
With the air on fire
Don’t mind the drinking, baby
It’s not a permanent thing
Climb down to this mood with me
And we’ll ride out the swing
Tough to know where we are
When everything is a crisis
Magnified
Magnified, out of balance
Who thought we’d go so far
Left to our own devices?
Burning off
Burning off time and talent
It’s a national bruise
Addicted to bad news
Now the air’s on fire
Can’t catch a breath with the air on fire
(A million points, a thousand days
That could have gone a different way)
