And what a time it is.
A time of innocence,
Shattered confidence.
Long ago, it must be,
Before that bad disease.
A time for Peace and Love
A time finding my soul.
Not long ago, it must be,
By the tyranny of the clock,
Between just waking up,
And my first coffee cup.
From ashes to ashes, so it is
I comfort myself with the thought.
Tomorrow will be a better day
No more dead ahead.
Turn our lives around
A time of providence
A time for my cocktail.
The prophets of our time, so it is.
Create a hypnotic delusion,
All I can do is dream;
I'm a critic. I am the solution.
