Lyrics
In the old world, the air it spoke out different
In this new world, you take what you are given
I don't want to take it, I don't know what to do
And the head curls, they wrap around their victim
And the soft pearl; a shot of sleeping wisdom
You don't want to take it, you don't know what to do
In the old world they spoke of many heavens
And the ships sailed from England to the end
And the men found God, and the women found more to do
The young girl, she's sizing up her man now
In this old world, you did what you were taught how
And they passed it on to Lawson from India to Moscow too
And to the streets of New York City by May of 1852
I hope to God that I find it
Cause I don't wanna be like you
Whatever keeps a man quiet
Leaves him with a lot to do
Lawson was a madman, historian of his day
He kept a book of maps and jokes that kept his friends away
He learned his trade from eastern men, his old world friends one day in Queens
And traveled up and down this world to find out what it all means
I hope to God that he found it
Didn't leave this world in vain
Everyday he stood right by it
Went to bed just the same
Its the old world; new world
Everybody wants to rule the new world
Written by: Tyler David Rigdon
