NEW SIGHT By Tom Jensen
I got nowhere to go
I got no one to meet
I got no scene to show
Seems the scenery’s bleak…
I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to steal
I got nothing left of value
Except for my glorious ideals…
(crowd cheers!)
I got no status symbols
I got no house, no kids, no car
I got no way to know where to go
Save for the sun, the moon, the stars
I got no anchor in my life
I got no chains to tie me down
I got no incentive to try to fly high
But to take in new sight and sound
I got not one single second
I’m willing to waste or give away – ay - ay
I have yet to fully catch my breath
Before I let that breath escape – ape – ape
So never could I cry out
Or scream as loud as I wanted to…
Yeah, and that’s how species die out
Lost is everything - no more me; no more you…