COBWEBS

Dust on the mirror, clouding up your sight
you just spent another crazy Friday night
morning calls to early, coffee brews too slow
don't tell me where you've been I already know

cause I can see by the look that's on your face
you're sick and tired of running this rat race
Don't try and tell me that you're fine
cause I can see the cobwebs in your mind

Living in this world, rich men make the rules
believing that the rest of us are only fools
We've got to make a statement, let the people know
the worlds driving on a dead end street
with nowhere left to go

and I swear these times have got to change
The fault line we're living on
cannot just be rearranged
each of us has got to take the time
to sweep out all the cobwebs in your mind

All of those salt talks poured on open wounds
the politicians can't agree
cause they don't know what they're doing
wasting all our money on nuclear power and bombs
when nature gives us all the energy we could ever want

©Michael Frazier, July 6, 1986