When you’re lost and lonely, not knowing what’s true
Everywhere you go, a new kind of blues
Can’t even get a beer
Too much baggage, carried through
Coming back around, with a new type of frown
Always amazed how everything settles down
And slowly transitions
To wind up, the same old town
It’s got rich people, poor people, somewhere in between
Everyone chasing down a new kind of dream
Or following distractions
As far, as anyone can see
The same old thing, a game on the tube
A brand new election, a new set of rules
What does it matter
What happened, to all the old tunes
From years before, taking a step or a leap
Learning to fly, a wolf or a sheep
The guardian transitions
To a mediator, falling asleep
It’s a new day now, everything has changed
So says the clocks, clicking away
Without time to capture
Any moment of any day