Bedtime For Charlie Words To The Wind
Never thought I could make the difference in this world.
I never claimed to be the element of change.
Still waiting for the bus watching buildings turn to dust.
Our glasses cracked our machines covered with rust.
Waste it all on words. So wise and boring.
Turn your head and run. The same old story.
Obsolete and blank. Is it so fun to
Preach and hide your hand behind your back again?
Forget the sinking ships back to 1986.
Enjoy the ride watching others turning tricks.
So get back in the line here's your slice of humble pie.
But make it last you won't get another try.
Waste it all on words. So disappointing.
Same kids taking turns. And finger pointing.
On and on again. The same old story.
Preach and hide your hand. Just hide the goddamn hand.
We long to praise the light of day.
I won't participate won't sing in the rain.
Just make it fun. Suck on your thumb.
And shed a tear while staring at the sun.
Waste it all on words. So understanding.
Rush and lay the terms. Just knock and come in.
Now we know your plan. Is it so fun to
Preach and hide your hand? Preach and hide the hand.
