circus tent

Shoulder to shoulder, our lives could be bolder, a little less colder, a little more light.                    Knowing the future, depends on us choosing, depends on us losing, the habits we’ve honed.
And I know we all have said this before, that a change is gonna come and the time is gonna make it happen.  
And I cannot hope for the best anymore, cause I’ve watched it wither away.        

Nobody’s innocent, it’s one big circus tent, hanging from a trapeze and swinging without the net.
So, what’s the proof we need, what’s the lessons we heed, what’s the straw that finally breaks the camel’s back.

In some later year, when your grandkids ask, why you never looked back and saw the writing on the wall.  
You can tell them for me, that it was out of your hands, that all your reprimands had gone unheeded.  Mother nature please, show us the time you keep, before your voice is just a howling at the moon.  Cause when the North pole sinks, and the South one blinks, blinded by that hole in the sky staring down.

And nobody’s innocent, it’s one big circus tent, hanging from a trapeze and swinging without the net. So, what’s the proof we need, what’s the lessons we heed, what’s the straw that finally breaks the camel’s back.

When you know you’ve been misled, that you’ve been hired help, that you’ve been fired for speaking the truth.  That all your alibis had come from someone else’s crimes, that you were the victim of an un-winnable war.

Heaven sent, and all it had meant, before the levee inside us broke.  And for the money spent, on some new missile defense, you could feed the hungry, forgotten people of this Earth.