Lyrics
Going through a world of sad debris
Regarding quixotic reveries of ownership
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion
The ancient Western treadmill of deception and derision
But I want something more
Racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience a loss of trust and innocence
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward, Trying to avoid collision
But I want something more
