We’re going down a straight curve, all along the while.
And people have you heard, all about the child.
Up above God asked you, won’t you hold it down
Feeling out way through, digging up the sound.
And the blanket of hope surrounds us, feeding our every thought.
Covering us from all the bad luck, want to never be caught.
Chorus
We can see the lightening now, blinding our eyes somehow.
We will do as we’re told, standing by out very souls.
Wishing only what should not be, won’t somebody answer me
Out of sight, not out of time, soon we’re running out of time.
We’re going down a straight curve, thing never look the same.
Life seems so absurd, ain’t it time for a change.
The old ones for the new kind, you can’t leave the home.
It’s gonna get worse with time, but you’re no longer alone.
And if the ball rolls off sand hill road, someone’s there to see it down
";This cup’s half full"; is the way we chose, The only way around.
