wasted words
proves to warn
that he not busy being born
is busy dieing

i just want to say i love you
make sure you feel it every day
cause if today had been our last chance
it's just something i wanted to say

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

i love the way we can talk
when we don't want to expose
ouselves with words

Looking for your fingerprints
I find them in coincidence,
And make my faith to grow.

Because revolution in our culture has always represented an attack on hierarchy, it has always meant upheaval--literally a heaving up from below. But upheaval has no role to play in moving beyond civilization. If the plane is in trouble, you don't shoot the pilot*, you grab a parachute and jump. To overthrow the hierarchy is pointless; we just want to leave it behind.

*or yell and wave signs and write songs about what a bad job the pilot is doing (i said that)

open your eyes now
let the truth bleed from your mouth
we're not too pure
we're not too proud
but we do shine out loud

the essence puts forth a man for a purpose
to manifest it's mysterious plan
essence puts forth a woman for a reason
to undo this human treason

everyone is scared, everyone's alone
unless hand reached for hand when the trouble comes
all around the world when the dark night falls
we should be sitting around the fire telling stories