Lyrics

Been sleepin' to midday Life's just a keepsake A symbol of the good times Reminder of our worst mistakes Love just comes down to fate Heaven's not far away now Oh, it's Saturday morning The raindrops are falling Probably ignoring you The questionable stories They're feeding our youth It's so far from the truth on those screens Now, oh Oh-woah-ho, oh-woah-ho, oh-woah-ho Hear a voice on the radio Reading the ratio Of steel that we're digging up To build a fuckin' ACO Should probably just leave it there I guess that's the way it goes now Oh, the times are a-changing Now, robots are famous Plastic, fake faces Are leading new ages If I was Bob Dylan I'd probably go crazy, too Now, oh Oh-woah-oh, oh-woah-ho, oh-woah-ho I remember in class I was thinking 'bout art The teacher said, look up And write this shit down Maybe, creativity is a thing of the past But I've worked too damn hard to give up on this now I don't really get Why we hate politicians If you feel so strongly Then sign a petition I mean, we've all lived for god's sakes To make some good decisions So get off that horse And stop your damn wingeing Now, oh Oh-woah-ho, oh-woah-ho, oh-woah-ohh Oh, I'll meet you today And forget you tomorrow Life's just a series Of scenes that we've borrowed And put out of order to try and Create some order in our lives I am just here For a couple of years I'll make all the music That's good to my ears And still, be left questionin' What the hell am I doing here? Now, oh Oh-woah-ohh, oh-woah-ohh, oh-woahh Now, oh Oh-woah-ohh, oh-woah-ohh, oh-oh-ho We are all painters And artists, creators Poets of the pages That change entire races So stand up and light the flame That's burning since the day you were born One day, soon I will join my brother Learn all the secrets Like water and fire Until that day comes I'll keep livin' on And sing at the top of my lungs
Writer(s): Fletcher Pilon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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