State of the Art

Staring out the window as I ride on I've been thinking about the world, where I've been and gone Rolling like a river that heads upstream I hear you're happier now since you got clean They put you through the paces when you were young And they still drink the Kool-aid back where you come from You walked around town with your collar up And you never got off on that racist stuff Living in the state of the art I'm trying not to take it to heart While everything is falling apart I know you wanted more this time Oh, it's been a while since I heard from you I know you don't like talking when you're feeling blue I think I get it, man, cause I'm the same When everybody else is trying kill the pain I heard you called your sister from a holding cell And your friends from the protest, they all wish you well Another broken system and some killer cops I read the papers and I cried a lot Living in the state of the art I'm trying not to take it to heart While everything is falling apart I know you wanted more this time You always saw the sadness behind my jokes While all your other friends were busy blowing smoke Rolling with the punches in a world of lies With Johnny on the jukebox singing Born To Cry Like a faded picture of a starless night All your dead heroes couldn't get it right You find the silver lining as the thunder rolls Well the night is dark but the moon is gold Living in the state of the art I'm trying not to take it to heart While everything is falling apart I know you wanted more I know you wanted more We all want something more this time