Track Lyrics:
In the beginning,
There was darkness.
Sound the alarm,
But no harm,
The sunlight was on strike
Seeking interest paid,
On daylight savings.
Like Renaissance men wait,
On heated raisins.
Watch the clock:
One, two, skip a few
Count to Ford, and a Honda too,
They say it’s a gold rush, “Yukon too”
The toucan Uncle Sam
“Repeat after me, follow the plan”
In this age of road rage,
It’s an ice age of isolation
But frozen engines thaw
And we let it go.
Newborn days,
Like babies,
Teething,
Then seething
In frustration
with this nation of desperation,
with this state of status and status quo,
Where every day we leave to go
By our present station,
Where trains are never on time.
Sublime? Far from, an endless line
Stuck, both in time and without.
The rushing crushing escalator
Escalates our mental states.
Every train early, every train late
Not a single second to appreciate:
Something to hate
Someone irate.
The traffic,
The music,
The paper,
That soggy café wafer:
Too hot, too cold, too breezy
The next person, too sneezy,
But never on time, never on time.
Why wear watches here
Only one swatch here:
The shading of grey,
Entry mural in disarray,
The trash mish-mash
Strewn on the floor.
One day more, one more:
The weekend, the vacation
The promotion, the locomotion
This stationary hope:
To elevate our station?
Nope.
Never on time, never on time,
Maybe a sign:
Of the times,
Stop.
To live for a living,
And to check our own watch.
One World, Two Axles 