I put on my shoes same as you
One foot at a time
So, I can walk these lonely streets
Brother, can you spare a dime

I catch my reflection in the cars passing
Nothing but a blur
Makes it hard to see what's become of me
In this life of the absurd

Rest my head on an unmade bed
Of cold dirt worn concrete
If there's anything left from my daily beg
I hold it close to me

Sanity I keep deep in my dreams
Too far down to make the climb
From this slippery ***** of you never know
When you try and question why

It's not a far leap to say that I need
Help with this hole I'm in
If you look at these shoes, they could easily fit you
Depending on life's demands

And the cards you hold in hand...

I've always proudly worn my pride
On the fact that I was right
Could it be perhaps that I was wrong

On most of what I knew
In everything I tend to do
Heaven forbid, perish the thought

It hurts more than you know
When you find out you've been told
Over time a hefty share of lies

Just to keep you in the dark
Of who and what they say they are
The ones on top who wear a thin disguise

They like you exactly where you are
Kept tight in a mason jar
Keeps the focus off their slight of hand

So they can do their evil tricks
Without you ever knowing it
Whether they're on the Right or Left

If you think you know
What all is really going on
You might want to sit down and think twice

That what you think is true
Might be you without a clue
Whether it's coming from the Left or Right

I've decided outright to followed the signs
That today stand in my way
Hoping to find along the line
That I will have a nice day

I'll push and not pull like some moronic fool
On the closed doors in front of me
And take only one, candy or gum
If they are offered for free

I'll try with all my might to be as quiet
As a poor church mouse
When I am deep inside the library
And also in the Lord's house

I'll show my I.D. to those quite freely
When they ask me please
Just to let them know it's me and me alone
Standing before them they see

Look both ways at the street before crossing
In case I'm the only one that got
The memo in time about all the signs
And the car next in line doesn't stop

I'll certainly not smoke and that ain't no joke
Mostly because I don't
But even if I did who am I trying to kid
If the signs says no, I won't

I actually liked following the signs
That today stood in my way
And as much as I tried along the line
I find I had a nice day

everybody says goodbye
while some may smile
others cry
some may win
some may lose
with or without
a single clue
some don't know
just what to do
on this moral
side of life
some with tears
in their eyes
others are
completely dry
under the sun
there's nothing new
skies of gray
or skies of blue
none of us
get to choose
when we say goodbye

days spent in a laundromat
warm wind blowing where she sits
intently watching as faded socks run round
on their way to the lost and found

single mother in a puddle of unwashed dreams
pressure on her back, baby on her knee
wondering where it all went wrong
and if it's too late to choose another song

how easy it is to give up hope
in the midst of kids and laundry soap
this spin cycle is no surprise
there's not enough softener for some folks lives

woman at the counter reads her magazine
with no thought beyond the pages sheen
just another day on this dead-end job
halfhearted smile, unwelcomed nod

stuck in this life like all the rest
mid-breath is all she hopes to catch
conversations but not too deep
pocket full of change because nothings free

how easy it is to give up hope
in the midst of kids and laundry soap
this spin cycle is no surprise
there's not enough softener for some folks lives

words are spoken without knowing
how well they will be received
at the moment, we're all hoping
they'll fill the void or supply a need

heard but not seen, words tend to lean
on the side we feel is right
hard to keep, we set them free
sometimes words come back to bite

words are spoken much too often
more or less in bitterness
sometimes falling before their calling
leaving little if nothing else

sticks and stones know words alone
can either cure or break a heart
one by one they take their turn
words are where conversations start

Feel free to call me
The Ever-Changing Man
I can turn on a dime
Change on a whim

There's not a direction
I haven't tried
It's not about correction
I just have no spine

It's easy to see
I'm the Ever-Changing Man
The direction I lean
Doesn't come with a plan

Without convictions
It's easily done
No learning of lessons
At every wrong turn

I only look to my needs
The Ever-Changing Man
If it's easy street, I'll dance to the beat
Just strike up the band

For the Ever-Changing Man...

With time spent looking over our shoulders
As a matter of fact, afraid to turn our backs
Not so wise although much older
Compassion these days is something we lack

And could these shoulders get any colder
What's in it for me is the new group think
Make our next move according to pollsters
The despair out here is getting deep

Up one coast down the other
Sea to shining sea
Home of the afraid the way we are governed
Land of the not so free

With points to make we point out others' problems
Burn memories in effigy
Flic your Bic, smoke em if you got em
Look at yourself but don't look at me

We hide our faces as we hide the facts
They only seem to get in the way
We once were first, now we're dead last
Right out of the starting gate

Up one coast down the other
Sea to shining sea
Home of the afraid the way we are governed
Land of the not so free

We measure our progress
With the moves that we make
Inch ourselves forward
Step by outlandish step

In the direction we're pointing
Crane our necks to the sky
Feeling anointed
Never questioning why

The flag we are flying
Is coming unfurled
Not quite perfect timing
In this counter-clock world

Shifting our purpose
To suit growing needs
Feel that it's worth it
Desire mixed with greed

All with our hands raised
This show of unified force
The blurred lines are fading
As we run out this course

Should have known better
Tossing the swine all our pearls
Not quite perfect timing
In this counter-clock world

I certainly don't know this
And for sure I don't know that
No idea of where it is
Or where I saw it last

I don't know what to say
Or even what to do
I came too early to be this late
Here without a clue

I tend to lean on
I don't know what it means
From the very start
With everything I've seen

Don't know my righty tighty
From my lefty loose
No matter how you twist it
Here without a clue

I don't know what is in
I haven't figured out
Only thing for certain is
I am filled with doubt

I don't know what to choose
When it comes to what to do
Which direction I should turn
Here without a clue

weren't we all once tolerant
able to see other views
at what moment came the point when
you turned on me
and i turned on you

there was no need to agree
but still heard each side out
didn't take the other off at the knees
never once try to out shout

our differences of opinions
were what made this country strong
took what we had to give and
all tried to get along

never once drawing out battle lines
with nothing to cross or be cross
everyone got along just fine
we weren't out to win so nobody lost

where went all that tolerance
we had in others views
at what moment came the point when
you turned on me
and i turned on you

This world has been invaded by aliens
Though there's really no need to show fear
They've been living for years now among us
You'd be surprised at how very near

They're everywhere in our daily activities
In fact you wont believe what they've seen
By now they know us as well as we know ourselves
Try not to let "that" give you the creeps

I can't think of a place where their not sitting
Watching our most intimate moves
They've probably seen movements by our President
Which wouldn't make for good nightly news

They've found out they can't breath in our climate
After all these years they've left their suits on
That poses a bit of a problem
Cause that's exactly where they went wrong

It's all in the design of their equipment
On their planet they just couldn't tell
That their spacesuits look a lot like our toilets
Which hasn't gone over so well...

here's a little kick
in the tail truth
the real world in which we live
does not revolve around you

the small pedestal
you've placed yourself on
only points due south
to all that is wrong

you want us all delusional
to your point of view
let me break it to you buddy
you best get a clue

cause you've clearly lost
most of your mind
so let me just toss
you a slight piece of mine

this he/she/furry
they/them/or their
i've come to the point
where i no longer care

feel free to join back
with reality
you'll find that it's not
such a bad place to be

i hope that this kick
in all honesty
did as much for you
as it has for me

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
more likely than not
it'll go away

out of sight out mind
it tends to grow
if i don't take the time
to feed my soul

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
out of control
with the mess it makes

staying out of God's word
heart, soul, and mind
all i tend to hear
are the same old lies

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
much bigger than that
of yesterday

the closer i get
to the end
the less that i have
in righteousness

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
like it or not
it won't go way

unless i let go
of full control
i'll never get rid of
this spot on my soul

I hear the Earth as she laughs
In the flowers that I plant
It's like they are all tickling
As they bloom in early Spring

I see the Earth as she smiles
With her dimpled daffodils
She keeps grinning back at us
In a pink peony blush

I hear her chuckle in the breeze
To the delight of daylilies
With each laugh they all know
It brings new colors to their fold

I have often heard it said
Every time the Earth laughs
Another flower is set to bloom
I guarantee that this is true

Every time the Earth laughs...

We want it, you know it
We want it all now
A generation Jonesin
For the golden cow

Amazon craving
Easy to Prime
No hassle, no waiting
No standing in line

They make it, we okay it
The latest of ism's
We are the children
Of materialism

They tell us, they sell us
The latest in trends
To make us and break us
Bend to their whims

With tantalizing advertising
We're deer in headlights
As we run over each other
To be first in line

They make it, we okay it
The latest of ism's
We are the children
Of materialism

if it were up to me
there would be no worries
there would be no problems
to all that's going on

every side of the street
if it were up to me
would be the sunny side
with the grass always green

we would all be free
living life together
if it were up to me
in peace and harmony

everybody's needs
would outweigh all the wants
then we'd have all we need
if it were up to me

In today's society
Without giving it much thought
We all feel that we are free
To spit in the face of God

We cover up our sinfulness
With a list of does and don'ts
Never taking blame in full
Spitting in the face of God

Not paying much attention
With all the noise surrounding us
Out of sight, out of mention
Spitting in the face of God

We find there's nothing new
In this life under the sun
From day one it's what we've done
Spitting in the face of God

There will come a day when it's too late
With forgiveness being sought
Having had the chance, we passed on it
To instead, spit in the face of God

We are all but gamblers here
Betting daily on our lives
In line at sins window
Hoping through it all, we survive

Running human races
On a track that’s circling
Pulling at the reigns of
God's grace, against all odd's for the win

In this constant gambling
Living life up to the edge
We will keep on betting
Until the point there's nothing left

Fact is fiction, fiction fact
Not sure we can get it back
Who's to listen, who's to laugh

Crazy has come up to bat

What's mine is mine, what's yours is yours
Unless we change our minds of course
Are we bored with the soup du jour

Crazy's knocking at the door

From reality have we lost touch
Queasy feeling in our guts
How many of us are out to lunch

Crazy is crazily twisting knobs

Not sure if we should flip or fly
Spinning left, twisting right
Trudging through these troubled times

Crazy lately barks and bites

Two to Tango, who to trust
Barely room now on the bus
When blowing bubbles who needs gum

Crazy has snuck up on us

I hate to break this to you
Or bend you out of shape
But you're not the center of the universe
In which we all rotate

If you could see past, the you're all that
And take a needed breath
Maybe then you'd understand
That you're a Narcissist

If you had your way, every turn of the page
Would be a chapter about you
And every line of I, me, mine
Would be written in all the good you do

But you don't see that do you
That's not where your head is at
You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you
Because you're a Narcissist

Better served with the last word
In any given situation
The rest of us should be seen not heard
In your world of *******

With all of us your subject
Here to do your every wish
Without you we'd be nothing
Because you're a Narcissist

Did Billy really give out Wet *******
Like they said all of his life
When he was out cruising and found people snoozing
He'd always find time to sneak up behind

Licking his finger like he'd just had chicken dinner
Without the slightest of sound
Then ever so gently, placing it intently
Squishly into the ear canal

Was it the single action or multiple reaction
That always seemed to satisfy
From the loads of screaming, Billy would be reeling
Chuckling with pure delight

With a glistening finger in hand always lingering
Looking to wow the crowed
You knew a Wet Willie from the hand of Billy
Would soon be making the rounds

From a Sunday church pew he knew what to do
Or even a Friday bus ride
Perhaps the innocence of a lonely park bench
Singled out on the Upper East Side

At Billy's bequest, Wet ******* were best
When they came packaged up in a surprise
It could be said if you hadn't already guessed
That Billy found his purpose in life

They paused it for a second
And not a minute too late
To discuss the here and now
All at a later date

They met out in the middle
To come up with a plan
Passed around a bowler hat
Filled it with demands

Said that they'd get back to it
As soon as they both could
With a grin, spit in the wind
Then promised that they would

Neither could remember
Where they'd drawn lines in the sand
But with the swarm of cluster bombs
There was really nothing left

Plus, they had forgotten
What they were fighting for
But that has never mattered
So, they went back to war

I never really cared or ever prepared
Nor kept a list of does and don'ts
Had an attitude of whatever suits you
And just went along with the flow

But like every day brings about change
The sun is always chased by the moon
It's never too late to have your say
In the way you warm up to the truth

With no reason in life to flip, flop, or fly
Or even give up the ghost
I seemed to pass by all of the signs
And just went along with the flow

From A, B, and C all the way through to Z
I had not a care to my name
With a deep-seated need to always be free
I never played along with the games

I now take with a grain, things tossed my way
Never giving up hope on the highs and the lows
As I make my way through the grind of the day
And still go along with the flow

you may come to wonder
exactly where i am
between the cracks and crevices
of this life i'm living in

search hard enough for the real me
and you are bound to find
i am on the in's and out's
of the poetry i write

aloof and torn asunder
i sometimes disappear
once the center of attention
now no longer here

call it second nature
or call it second sight
i will often show up
in the poetry i write

to the point of giving out
or even giving up
throw my plans into the wind
as i have had enough

that is when my pen and i
take a deeper dive
only then to surface in
the poetry i write

They keep on stirring the waters
Adding their brand of heebie-jeebies
While the rest of us are fighting the current
Swimming downstream from crazy

They make for us a **** load of problems
Then tell us where we have gone wrong
When what we only want out of this mess
Is for all of us to get along

They call us every name in their picture book
If we go against the daily melee
Judge us all by the way we look
Swimming downstream from crazy

Never much use in us arguing
Not a wise thing to do with fools
When the one percent is the loudest
And maker of all the rules

This has all gone on far too long
If you ask me, we're in too deep
Sold down the river for an out of tune song
Swimming downstream from crazy

Where is your mindset at the moment
What is your view on life
Do you count on the here and now
Or the forever Grace of Jesus Christ

How do you see the scheme of things
In this race you daily face
Where do you find true meaning
In whom do you place your faith

Where do you see your destiny
In a box in the cold damp ground?
Or are you one who believes
That in Jesus all hope is found

What type of news do you cling to
In this world of good and bad
When given the choice what do you do
And when it's through what will be left

Aren't we all just hypocrites
Playing a part we aren't
Pretending to be someone other than me
Behind the scenes in this plot

Of this righteously written story
We've placed ourselves into
Me playing someone other than me
You also fudging the truth

There's nothing new in what we go through
From day one under the sun
All hypocrites in the way that we live
Each and everyone

Putting up a facade with all that we've got
Turning a blind eye to the fact
Of reality in our pretending to be
Hoping not to get caught in the act

We should have known
Bet we could have guessed
More or less just a mess
All of us hypocrites...

You feel it at the moment
You breathe in your first breath
In the lasting memories
When Mama held your uncalloused hand

From the ever tender kiss
Placed on top your tiny head
When Daddy helped you say your prayers
Tucking you into bed

You feel it when it grabs you
In Elementary School
Knowing the full meaning when
You become its love struck fool

You find it unexpectantly
When you least expect
Feeling you've run out of time
And there is little left

It's in the warm embrace
When you are desperately in need
A family saying grace
That the good Lord keep

Between a husband and his bride
After all these many years
In both the joy and the hurt
Poured out in salty tears

You feel it when time draws near
To the ledge of eternity
As your family gathers round your bed
In the last ditch effort of comforting

It's in so many places
All at the same time
There's no other way to frame it
Love is seen world wide

barefoot she knows
wherever she goes
does not own a shoe to her name

all that she needs
is a sandy beach
and a day of refreshing waves

stays grounded in life
watching seagulls in flight
where their call sets her soul free

spends the time of her life
at the peak of hightide
always carefree in the breeze

what's not to love
a day in the sun
basking in its lasting warmth

where barefoot she goes
being all that she knows
who could ask for anything more

Here I am with all the other men
Surviving at the shopping mall
Circling round the one lone couch
Waiting for our wives to show

So we can carry packages
In our sweaty shaking palms
While we patiently succumb
To their daily shop and drop

Here I am with all the other men
Rattling on with our small talk
Diving into conversations
Without giving it much thought

We talk about the weather
And price of gasoline
While our wives on their spree
Spend all of our money

Here I am with all the other man
In what seems like endless days
Not a one of us brave enough
To make our get away

So here we are at beckon call
In this shopping mall
Circling round the one lone couch
Waiting for our wives to show

who came up with the word, loneliness
the concept of being alone
if i had to guess, i'd have to say this
it was someone with no one to love

when you're out amongst the crowd
and can't seem to fit the slipstream
there's little doubt all you think about
is what lonely really means

when it's only you with the answers
to all of your questioning
no one to call or draw ideas off
you'll quickly find that you're lonely

stuck in the middle of loneliness
hand in hand with no one
you learn to accept, you're all by yourself
in this world of being alone

We continue to argue
In our back and forth
With what little we have
For all that we’re worth

In this do or die
Of choosing sides
In the right side of wrong
On the wrong side of right

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth anymore
My best guess is
That’s what poets are for

We’ve opened a chasm
Then fell into it
Never learning our lesson
As we’re still arguing

Not really sure why
Because there’s no prize
But when you’re deaf, dumb, and blind
It’s hard to see the signs

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth outright
My best guess is
That’s why poets write

Where’d we get the REF
That is keeping score
I’m really not sure
I want to play anymore

Everything I find
Is a waste of time
If their lips are moving
Then I know I’m not buying

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth being said
That’s what poets are for
Would be my best guess

Let me just throw this out your way
If we met today, this late in the game
Would you still fall for me, the man I now am
With the ways that I have changed

Not just the thinning of the hair
Or the more attitude of really don't care
Where the older I get the less savoir faire
With much less finesse and no visible flair  

Or the conversations that tend to run dry
As I nod along with that glaze in my eyes
I know that you love me cause I see the signs
But if we met today would you give me a try

The way I ask where the hidden things are
From where’s this in the fridge
to the keys of my car
And my never ending list of Honey do’s
That's fairly unused with more don’ts than do’s

Over the years I've grown on you gradually
So I know in the distance that bell still rings
But if we met today, this late in the game
I wonder, would you still fall for me

We live in a world of color
Where people only see black and white
When it comes to the human condition
And in the judging of others lives

We think you should be just like me
But never venture into why
Others do things so differently
When they can't possibly be right

It's hard to see all the colors
That go against our beliefs
Set in stone the same dull tones
That keep from setting us free

We stay in the lines of black and white
As color swirls outside the box
Living our lives never questioning why
Stuck behind time, because

We live in a world of color
Where people only see black and white
Making it our mission
In the judging of others lives

Please allow me to explain
Exactly what I'm saying
There's a drain on my brain
That loves misbehaving

When my memory
Escapes the best of me
Up and runs away
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

The older it is that I get
The more it seems to skip
Right in mid-sentence
Jumps off this ever-sinking ship

Takes a giant leap
Into the not so deep
Without a thing to say
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

Most every day these days
Decides to show up late
Without the proper utensils
Which should be a piece of cake

With no way to spread the icing
My thoughts are less than enticing
I'm afraid I'm beyond baked
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

they try and change opinions
as they try to change your mind
they try their best to lure you in
then try and have you question why

they try to remove all of the guilt
they try to justify
try as they might they never will
when all they do is try and lie

they try to win the argument
they try to brush aside
they try to explain what they meant
they try but it's all hype

they try out of desperation
cause these are desperate times
try and explain away these darkened days
as they try and hide the signs

they try to pass it off as love
try and relate but it's just hate
they try but it is never enough
they continue to try but it's too late

we're tired, we're worn, feeling forlorn
the moment we're awakened
we dream the need for loads of sleep
a massive undertaking

this world of spin we're drying in
could use a softener sheet
to fluff us up mainly because
we've hardened beyond belief

we make our way through piles of hate
like laundry on the floor
as everyday leaves more of a stain
than the day before

this cycle of sin we're all tossed in
leaves us bleached out, tattered, torn
then back again, where we began
tired, worn, and forlorn

None in their right mind knew what she looked like
Without all the paint on her face
From morning to noon till late in the night
Applied her makeup like decorating a cake

Then there's the wigs in which her head lived
From yellow to pink to chartreuse
If you saw the real her, you'd have to accrue
Who stood before you, you hadn't a clue

There wasn't a thing that she was hiding
Just couldn't get enough of playing dress up
She wasn't lying or even denying
To her true beauty was just adding more looks

And the dresses she adorned was like a night at the prom
Had her dancing to life by ballroom
Yet never lucky enough to fall in love
Left way too fast, gone way too soon

Buried without much of a fanfare
Although she had done quite a run
It's not that people there didn't care
They just had no idea who she really was

have we got this wrong
have we lost it all
by way of innocence
knee deep in circumstance

when did we lose sight
of all that's good and right
this side of heaven
...using love as a weapon

grip hard the handle tight
in this losing fight
is it that we don't see
our ever so blinding need

tears wet this battlefield
yet not a one will yield
this side of heaven
...using love as a weapon

both sides fight for rights
in this daily do or die
where went the sympathy
for one another's needs

selfishness plays a roll
in this loss of control
this side of heaven
...using love as a weapon

Hey John
There is a God
He’s given a choice
And we’ve taken it wrong
If there’s any to blame
We’d be the ones
From the very beginning
Till Kingdom come

We’re always looking
For someone to blame
We wonder at love
But blunder in hate
Never owning up to
Our man made mistakes
As we easily cave
To Satans ways

Hey John
Stop blaming God
For all of the problems
That we have brought on
Like it or not
We’re all being taught
To sinfully place
The blame on God

living at this moment
waiting for the next
who am i trying to kid
this kid needs a fix

in this jumbled mind
i've got a troubled plan
shaking with the times
waiting on the man

fistful of crumpled dollars
pocket full of ***** change
hoping he's still coming
my time is running late

goes without saying
this ******, i'll be ******
i hear the dirge a-playing
waiting on the man

this pounding in my head
does not bear repeating
shaky future in shaky hands
momentary pleasure is deceiving

if i had a second chance
to do it all again
it would turn out much the same
waiting on the man

Believe you me I’m privy to their secrets
With Big Brother always watching over me
And what I know you know that I can't keep it
Remember this in case tomorrow I'm history

U.F.O.' s are flying past my building
I see them wink, little men of green
It's time to foil up all my windows
Keep the gamma rays from infiltrating

And of the mailman I'm more than a bit leary
Letters and bills are not the only thing in the post
A very good reason for most of the junk mail
Is in the hiding of tiny microphones

When I head to the grocery, people sure are friendly
Asking how I am, checking up on me
I’m pretty sure they’re all Russian agents
With that English accent down to a tee

When l'm home alone doing daily dishes
I hear strange voices gurgling from the sink
I'm always very quick to close the refrigerator
The other day I caught the honey ham glazing back at me

And all this because I know the truth
How do I know, my source's tell me so
If I told a few to you, you would be paranoid too
Let’s just say it’s best that you don’t know

a tattered couch for emphasis
yellowed photograph in hand
memories of a time
as a younger man
had himself a family
beautiful wife to hold his hand
but along with it all
came along life's demands

back then he called it providing
the years that he went missing
to himself he was lying
though he kept insisting
absent husband, absent father
would seldom make it home
when he finally did
he found himself alone

the children never knew
the dad who said he loved them
hard to see it any other way
missing father, missing husband
with them no longer here
and he no longer able
to hold back the tears
but now able to say so

to a yellowed-out photograph
sadly in an empty room
if only he had known
what his fortune would lose

how many of us wear a mask
behind the pills that we ingest
to magically change our attitude
put us in a better mood
problem is they never last

so they kindly give us more
pills and pills by the score
hide the problems that we keep
can i have another please
back to knocking on their door

turn the **** and open wide
to a world that's zombified
proclaiming loudly we are cured
can we not see, have we not heard
all the sorrow in our lives

from all the pills that we ingest
that help us hide behind the masks
changes truth in attitude
puts us in a better mood
problem is it never lasts

three simple things i ask
i've wondered over time
with the progress being made
what have we left behind

how heavy is the concrete
that's laid on tinder soil
these are two of the three
that i'd like to know

with the third one being
before we are to late
from what i have been seeing
...where will the children play

We all have our opinions
Don't dare let facts get in the way
Been like this since the beginning
Running our mouths with little to say

Can't help if I know better than you
How you should live your life
Don't look at me, this is not about what I do
You've got to be cruel to be kind

And in my professional opinion
Of do as I say, not as I do
The advice that I'm always giving
Is so that you will get a clue

If there's a need for finger pointing
I've raised my hand high with five
And last time I counted they're all disjointed
When I look at the way you live your life

So as I spew out all my opinions
I'm hoping you'll take them to heart
As I do all this for a living
It's not about me but who I wish that you were

...but that's just my humble opinion

the way we huff and puff these days
seems we're in a backwards race
going back to where we lacked
the progress that's been made
where we don't see eye to eye
being now the case
wave the checkered flag as we finish last
in this backwards race

we place the blame call each other names
in this backwards race
we think we've won as over others we run
in our endless chase
in our searching for the next big thing
keeping it all up to date
here we go again, fingers in the wind
in this backwards race

it's one for one as we run
in this backwards race
no more than a few that we speak to
in our daily face to face
we idly chat in phone tag text
or snap chat along the way
and with that said i best get
back to this backwards race