We walk in our natures
While our private and public selves argue through out the night.
While in the South the monks walk bringing peace, compassion and kindness
While in the North the authorities bring cruelty and brutality
While in the West we hold our breath While in the East they prepare for the coming storm
All singing that's America for you .
While corporations trick and trap
While commercials promise nirvana delivered next Tuesday.
While another war has come
And we're living through it again.
While the children watch the desert encroaching and the sea rising and everybody's singing as we're sinking and shots ring out
While the ghosts of the dinosaurs are laughing as they see our time is coming.
While our sleep is disturbed in anxieties stinging agitation but we put on our clothes and head to work while singing an ancient song " Another day older and deeper in debt .
St. Peter you can't take me now.
I owe my soul to the company store"
While all is not quite lost yet in the divine choreography of the dancing trees in the shifting winds
We find our moments of peace and contentment within our selves
within our lover's eyes
A reminder of our brief time
While humming the chorus of
being human...
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
We walk in our natures
While our private and public selves argue through out the night.
While in the South the monks walk bringing peace, compassion and kindness
While in the North the authorities bring cruelty and brutality
While in the West we hold our breath While in the East they prepare for the coming storm
All singing that's America for you .
While corporations trick and trap
While commercials promise nirvana delivered next Tuesday.
While another war has come
And we're living through it again.
While the children watch the desert encroaching and the sea rising and everybody's singing as we're sinking and shots ring out
While the ghosts of the dinosaurs are laughing as they see our time is coming.
While our sleep is disturbed in anxieties stinging agitation but we put on our clothes and head to work while singing an ancient song " Another day older and deeper in debt .
St. Peter you can't take me now.
I owe my soul to the company store"
While all is not quite lost yet in the divine choreography of the dancing trees in the shifting winds
We find our moments of peace and contentment within our selves
within our lover's eyes
A reminder of our brief time
While humming the chorus of
being human...
16 Tons a song by Tennessee Ernie Ford, 1955.
