Modern Technology confuses me
Especially when I'm alone
Without some 6-year-old kid to show me it
Which only helps to prove that I'm old

You'd think over the years I'd have earned my keep
But instead, I'm left out in the cold
Perhaps someone 2 might better suit
It all being gibberish to me

Modern Technology has it out for me
I'm thinking it thinks it's real cute
With its drummer and me on two different beats
Which throws everything else out of tune

I sit and stare bug-eyed at the glare
Be it computer, smartphone, or...is this even a watch?!
I'd take the dive but I'm not that deep
It's my mind this time, not my feet that keep tripping me

Modern Technology is mocking me
Thinks it's Big Man on Campus
Gets all the high grades or at least appears that way
Of course, the mistakes may be coming from me

I wonder who is the master and who is the slave
And who's the holder of the secret key
And had we all known these cows ain't coming home
Would we have dipped our toes into
this stream of Modern Technology

Some days are better than the rest
Some days will put you to the test
Some days are fat while others lean
Some strike a match with gasoline

Some days are easier to find
Some days will make you lose your mind
Some days you want to save the date
Some you can't wait to give away

Some days are there for all they're worth
Some days laugh, some days curse
Some days always show up late
Blending into other days

Some days come from the crayon box
Some days a lead pencil is all you've got
Some days are black with others blue
Those are the days that beat up on you

Some days you stand, some days you fall
Some days you wonder at it all
Some days you pay, some days are loaned
Yet through it all, you carry on

What once kept us warm
We seem to have run from
Which makes me think the gig is up
Put a fork in us, I think we're done

What used to be all smiles
Is overloaded now with frowns
We picked it up only to put it down
Whatever happened to "Happy Town"

Slicing and dicing mincing words
Letting our mouths run off course
Nothing sadder than this soup de jour
Being spoon-fed with pitchforks

We often dream but wake to doubt
In black and white, we find this out
One eighty in our turn around
Whatever happened to "Happy Town"

When did our plans all fall through
Out of our hands, we let them loose
We lost the gander and the goose
******* in knots with a noose

Is it so hard to figure out
All we have is heading south
In line at the slaughterhouse
Whatever happened to "Happy Town"

Turn the key on my back
Wind me up for the attack
Making sure to wind it tight
Springs are sprung for a fight

Cranky gears and rusty veins
Enough to drive this toy insane
I wish I may I wish I might
Not always be wound up so tight

They find what works on these nerves
Pull my strings to runs its course
Spinning head, Stomping feet
Losing not a single beat

Wound up tight for the attack
Strings and keys upon my back
Pushing me close to the edge
Stomping feet, spinning head

Don't mind me
As I sit here drool free
Opting out on the hysteria

From the latest rage
On today's Climate Change
I find it a shame it's not clear to ya

All of the hype
Accented with baby cries
The world is soon again going to end

I've heard all this before
20 to 30 years ago
Where even back then they told us 10

Sure we need to take
Care of it all for all of our sake
But this about amounts to mental cruelty

Where we're scaring our kids
Saying kiss it goodbye, this is it
Blaming you and me without skipping a beat

It used to be we're all going to freeze
Wait...scratch that, they meant overheat
Till they threw in the towel and called it Climate Change

That way they can cover it all
Be at heavy rains or freezing snow
Makes it easier to go either way

So please don't mind me
As I sit here drool free
Opting out on the hysteria

From the latest rage
On today's Climate Change
I find it a shame it's not clear to ya