A stand, a wall, a fiat in us all
Something that will take away
This nonsense soon, one of these days
The demand, the call, it will come soon I can hear us all
Talking one day about the ones that we love instead of
Hanging around waiting for signs from above
Hey, hey I too want change, I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
For evidence of the numbness and pain
Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes
I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can't do what one thousand once did
But let me leave you with this simple idea
And maybe one of you might run with it for real
On that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
Truant treasures come from zealots sounding, Jensens pounding
By way of last year's sonic stencils
We are working it out, if only with pencils, but
Underneath the same, same skies as those ones pushing the same, same lies, so
Grab a pen, turn of the CNN
And scratch me out some plans to get together again
In that way will we be original spies?
With trusty foresight will the sun still rise?
Will strained new days, saturated with strange contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
Hey, hey I too want change, I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
For evidence of the numbness and pain
Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes
I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can't do what one thousand once did
But let me leave you with this simple idea
And maybe one of you might run with it for real
On that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?