God, I admit I haven't changed. Playing card houses still covering my landscape. I never expected you to stay. When I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change.
A flower for your vanity, a penny for your thoughts. About the world's insanity and how we've gotten lost. . Strike up the band to play a song as we go waltzing by.
All the good monsters open their eyes. To see the wasteland where the home fires rise. And the people shouting, "Why, why, why?". . Do you know what you are?.
Give to the wind, your fear. Hope and be undismayed. God hears your sighs and counts your tears. God will lift up, God will lift up. . Lift up your head.