It’s such a big mistake we make
every single day
in many many ways
With every word we say

We’re inside out
We’re running ‘round and ‘round
like drunken turtles looking for
the end of a circle

Not knowing where we are
or where we want to go
making stories up about
things we don’t know

Desperate to explain
the source of all our pain
we play the ancient game
of finger-pointing blame

Seeing floating hairs
inside our own eyes
believing everyone is blind
and nobody is wise

Imprints of idiocy
behind  every move
and our needle never ever
leaves this groove

One day we’ll wake up
when we settle down
beyond the clouds we will find
an empty sky behind