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 hell-scape 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