They're running in the streets

burning every protest sign,

people buying gold and silver

the future doesn't mind

Some are fixed on television

or the latest internet thrill,

others escape through booze or drugs

we've lost the gift of being still

Man on the street told to " Move along "

"Well Officer-move along where?"

ends up in an emergency room

cop with icicle eyes doesn't care

Pain barely hidden behind porcelain smiles

reality is overwhelming I know,

broken promises after an election

where's the eternal hope for our soul?

Taking pills to go to sleep

pills to forget the bad news,

life is one very long poem

I'm too old to sing the blues

Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees

a helping hand only makes some people bad,

you have to change with the times

be the rainbow when a heart is sad

Man on Television said " ride out the storms

stocks will always rise and fall"

the rich say " the sun is always shining"

the poor are starving in a soup kitchen hall

Youth obsessed with the latest fashion trends

children are dying in Darfur,

the earth rumbles, ice is melting,

" An expedition to Mars"-what does it offer?

They're running in the streets

burning every protest sign,

people buying gold and silver,

the future doesn't mind