David Wilcox The Lost Years
So Mister Einstein, what'd you do then?
'Cause there's a hole in your resume after 1910
You were a brilliant man when you were 23
But then you sat in your pajamas and you watched TV
In the lost years when your life stalls out
You start sinking in the weight of doubt
Lost your vision, got no faith
And stoped moving in the human race
Stuck in the suck-muck, sick with fear
Still sinking in the lost years
This aint' no Kodak moment
These times are best forgotten
This is the part you'll be ashamed of
This is the prozac tunnel
This is the Rip Van Winkle
This is the embryo you came from
So Mister Einstein, Mister Prodigy
You know the pride that you stand on works like a water ski
Yeah, the motion of the ocean made you stand up straight
But now your tow boat's stalled and you're only shark bait
Chorus
Look, your soul said something's missing
But you would never listen
It gave you signals but you missed 'em
So this is the desperate measure
This is the hidden treasure
This is like a strike against the system
See it's your last chance but you might find out
In the ocean of the dark and doubt
Past the panic, through the tears
The sharp shackle of the phantom fears
Gives up it's death grip and disappears
Still sinking in the lost years
