What A Strange Time To Be Alive

These summer days have slipped and I feel slighted Sweet malaise, boy, better break Fall fell so fast, it was a hellscape haircut Despite the color change, no, there was no change at all So I guess the hours past Nurse this hourglass Oh, what a strange time to be alive No boundaries left to cross in this godforsaken snow globe We carry on until we carry on Spring us from the grave when it all starts blooming Flock can't come home again Not sure if it's fast or slow That light in the tunnel Just to see it feels strange That light in the tunnel Just might be a train Oh, Lordy, what a strange time to be alive Lordy, what a strange time to be alive Lordy, what a strange time Just to want to be alive