5 a.m. on Tuesday, why am I up so early?. Drive out to Santa Ana cause Ive got jury duty. No breakfast, short tempered. And I cut my head shaving. Ten miles out, I hit traffic.
It all went by so fast, I'm always lookin' back. On some golden day but nothin' gone can stay. Older yes and wiser some, I am what I have become. But am I becomin' what I want to be?.
Down, down, down that's the way we're traveling. Our social fabric unravels but who pulled the string. Philosophers politicians or the school teachers.