Wonder where it all went wrong
Hollywood's been bought and sold
Credits roll with nothing more
Than a snippet of the movie score

Star's no longer need to act
The green screen will take care of that
If the acting isn't up to par
It ends up on the cutting floor

I hate to give the plot away
But script in hand articulates
Silent films had more to say
Than the movies of today

Pretty boys and girls read their lines
Several ways till they get it right
In hope's they hear, that's a wrap
Slap each other on the back

You can take this saying to the bank
The acting's real the lives are fake
Before they know it's adios
In Hollywood that's how it goes

I hate to give the plot away
This simple truth I must convey
Silent films had more to say
Than the movies of today

As we go about our business
In our every day to day
Not a thought of who might listen
To everything we say

Deep into our adulting
Making sure that we are clear
Little eyes are seeing
Little ears can hear

With generations new to the scene
And those next up to bat
There's a certain obligation
The ones before them have

When little ones are like a sponge
Soaking up everything we leave
Little ears are listening
Little eyes can see

And who do you think they look up to
But the ones that they admire
Hoping every move to emulate you
The kindling to their fire

As we make our way through life
It's best we mind our P's and Q's
As the little ones are watching
And listening to me and you

Some days I get up early
The days I don't sleep late
Grab a cup of coffee
Then proceed to hesitate

Can't seem to make decisions
The days I can't decide
Sipping on my coffee
Contemplating life

A friendly game of back and forth
With the cherubs on my shoulders
Draining my first coffee
Ready for another

My black cat jumps in my lap
Sending good luck vibes my way
While my second cup of coffee
Helps me stay awake

Never at a loss with caffeinated thoughts
Moving freely to the beat
Of my pounding heart that's ready to burst
Over my many cups of coffee

I shake my head
Commence to rattling
Scratch the perfect spot

And with that said
Both right and left
Ear canals, I plug up

To give my mind
Much needed time
To round that doggie up

This desperate need
For coherency
Wait, don't leave...I'm not quite done

I roll my eyes
From side to side
Turn my head and cough

Clear my throat
As if to know
I'm about to pull this off

All of this
If you've yet to guess
To squeeze out one meager thought

who pushed fast forward
on the button life
to time set before us
crazily speeding by
i rather enjoyed the slo-mo
with its less stress and strife
we're all in a hurry
with no reason why

seems to me to be moving
at the speed of light
making us all loopy
with no tail to this kite
flipping and a flopping
with all of its might
we're all in a hurry
with no reason why

with the righteous attitude
of to do or die
kicking in our screaming
screaming in mid-flight
like we have somewhere to be
but barely have the time
we're all in a hurry
with no reason why

Woke up early this morning
The sun shinning in without warning
How's depression to set in
Messing like this with my zen

Birds outside chirping have me worrying
Squirrels playfully hurrying in their scurrying
I have no idea of what to do
With all of these good feeling blues

With the grass green on both sides
There’s no need for a change of tide
I'm about to waste my day away
With this happy plastered all over my face

How can I be sad or even mad
When I'm loving this and liking that
Out here humming Disney Princess tunes
Clinging to these good feeling blues

A slice of pie a piece of cake
A good time vibe to start the day
Just as I have often dread
I woke up on the right side of bed

As it is I'm not into this
Too much happiness and bliss tossed into the mix
What in the world am I supposed to do
Smack dab in all of these good feeling blues

Try hard as you might to set yourself free
In this world of finders keep, losers will weep
One thing you're reminded of finding
Is that you are always crying

Grass grows greener on the other side
That's when you find the road is wide
Here's a fairly radical fact
You can be happy with where you are at

The birds that get up early
Never do go hungry
Unless you find you've been thrown a curve
And over time you've become the worm

Up the creek without a paddle
Seems to be a constant battle
Do your best to grab this fact
You can be happy with where you are at

The gift horse in the mouth
Bites you the moment you let it out
You can lead that horse to water
But it won't go any further

With all your eggs in one basket
You easily forget where you left it
Get it into your head this phenomenal fact
You can be happy with where you are at