Ready To Move On

I'm tired to the bone And I wanna be left alone Let my memberships expire Read Don Quixote by the fire Now there's a man apart, indeed Perched upon his stalwart steed Fighting windmills with a stick And his friends all think he's sick You know there'll come a day when none of this will matter It will all be so much mindless chatter And we won't look at each other and scoff The day we turn the TV off No right, no wrong, no weak, no strong No black, no white, no dark, no light No in, no out, no faith, no doubt No red, no green, no fat, no lean No hope, no fear, no week, no year No rich, no poor, no less, no more No round, no flat, no this, nor that No war, no hate, no church, and no state No prejudice, no edifice No evidence, just common sense No character fault, no pillar of salt No point of attack, no knife in your back I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready To move on