The times are strange but sweet, they ought to be
Coffee shops, Atomic submarines
Lonely people sit and talk to me
It’s just another day

Waiting with my phone, it never rings
TV’s plastic personality
Emulate the Star’s that I have seen
And dance my reggae sway
And dance my reggae sway

Politics are really meaningless
Morals give you thoughts you can confess
Talk is cheap, but fun at very best
Leaves me in disarray

These are the systems of dysfunction
Likely to bring about destruction
And like you we seek compassion
But sometimes it doesn’t happen

A busy day those shoppers have their needs
They behave sometimes their nice to me
To reach out and touch is blasphemy
I won’t remember their names

A joke or smile it means a lot to me
Shattered people hide their agony
Is love real it’s better to believe
And dance my reggae sway
And dance my reggae sway

The times are strange but sweet they ought to be
A lonely soul once tried to talk to me
I was tired feeling empty Lord
And now they’ve gone away
And now they’ve gone away