The stationer has enough paper clips
To supply the entire town, but -

All your shouting voices voices
All your hand-lit candles

All your marching signpost choices
They have ways to handle

Fighting a battle sixty years old
Struggling for new ideas

The world we live is is harder you know
In disarray and fear

You understand this might take days
Searching for perfect words

I can rephrase this twenty ways
Or say it and hope you heard

(instrumental V/C)

And when the sun likes how you've aged
It leaves a feather upon your stage

Overcome the space between our souls
Requires an endless fire

But the sun is setting lower and low
Twilight by ever liar

To burn a hole through this mist
And make a real connection

By any means we'll take this test
Is now our true intention

And when the sun likes how you've aged
It leaves a feather upon your grave

2/28/25