Lost in this sea of voices, conflicting choices
Feeling boyish, light on my feet for once
Like all the blood rushed to my head
Existential dread, avoiding the color red
Heavier than lead in my shoes, just another fool
Warped and molded by partisan worldview
We simmer and we stew, little voices laughing
Talking about chemo and card games and Colorado
Where oh where do we go now, that the roads have all flooded