we long for normal but cannot agree on what normal used to be
the fogged up window speaks clearly of my feelings about tomorrow
when the clocks fall back we are reminded that time is all relative
there is history in everything we touch that we’ll never know
we shouldn’t be fooled by someone who claims to be something they are not
where it’s possible it is also probable no matter the odds
we should be focused on what’s important; so they create distraction
when we’re done with it we’ll just build a big rocket and move someplace else
there are always clues that today is different and we should adapt
we don’t buy a plum for its tough, purple-red skin it’s what is inside
uptown jack 