Move Along

Gets hard to trust a sunset If tomorrow is today And breathing in the dust bin Uncertain what to say The mountain is a mole hill Looking down from the sky We're riding on the coattails Never stopping to ask why If there's a heaven way up high Another place for you and I Just let me know when it's time To move along Can't tell the grey smoke signals From the fire in the cloud We hoped for only whispers Yea it's shouting out loud Pretend there's no translation A language we don't know It tends to be frustration Everyone's a 3PO Now in some future story In times not good or bad May some great allegory Make all of this less sad And less mad (Amen)