domingo, novembro 13, 2005

Crisis? What crisis?

When I was young,
it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
well they'd be singing so
happily, joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away
to teach me how to be sensible, logical,
responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where
I could be so
dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical

There are times when all the world's asleep
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you
a radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal
Won't you sign up your name
we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!

But at night, when all the world's asleep
the questions run so deep for such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am