Which one came before the other?
Who was first to laugh, first to suffer?
Who been singing that melody
Whispering in the ether, rustling my leaves?
First the darkness, then came the light
And as the first day ended
So came the first night,
And turning, turning around again,
I'm going back where I started, looking for the end.
Oh, the simple things, they are gone.
Long gone
Well, so long!
The simple things are memories
The simple things are gone for me.
All things must grow,
Grow and feed.
Each must tend to it's own need.
Who been singing that melody
Tearing my roots out from under me?
Anyway,
I went out walking in my nice neighborhood.
I saw children and dogs, and all things known as good.
A sidewalk swept clean, blank and pristine,
Grays and browns and a little bit of green.
I don't recognize much anymore
The crowded streets and the closing doors,
Buildings blocking out my blue sky
I'll move over, let you pass by.
Sweep me out to the edge of the city
Like a vine creeping over the concrete
Some things are pretty but they're obsolete
You gotta root 'em out,
Get 'em off the street.
And sing:
Oh, pull the weed!
The invasive species
The unsightly mess
Oh, cease it's breath!
New roads, new houses, new streets, new towns
New ground over the old ground
And what's beneath is best forgot
Leave it to wither and waste, mold, rust, and rot.
I'll keep walking down the road
Remembering that the world is old
And wind will blow through the falling snow
And cover up everything I know.
And as the city fades away behind me,
Bells are ringing and the dust is rising
Always singing for what will not last,
Some things are pretty but their time has passed.
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