I woke with worn hands and heavy feet In the cave I dug when I fell asleep between dreams. If I had that shovel, I'd bury the laws That taught us to imitate man's greatest flaws We'll rethink the wars We wage on unknown shores And how we insist the world Marches to our drums What if we screamed for the day When words like these don't seem so far away? What if it started with the way we looked at our decay? And if all we need is what's Scattered here beneath our feet Smithereens of the ideas that melted Into chaos from convention's heat Constantly eclipsed by long-term job security, Then we're falling short. If I could just see a face, Get a glimpse Of the way we would look If we stepped out of the dark Find a cure for spinning backwards Just because we're moving, Doesn't mean we're moving forwards. So you can let the lights of your plastic society Radiate against the nighttime smog Convinced this world is brighter. But if we only learn to chase the dollar And all the evils that every dead president gladly welcomed Then may good fortune follow us into the fire.