Canaan

Fallacies in the ordinary

Try to contradict the contrary

But words are words

As words are words

And a dream is a momentless lesson

You learn

For time has been distributed well

Between heaven and earth, and earth and hell

So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan

But that sweet milk's gone sour

And the honey, the honey has thickened

Thus our feet get away with a hop, skip and a jump

But our minds are numbed over with a job, hit and a scotch

And it all echoes out into worthless sales

Just like a daughter of fortune, for fortune can tell

Fortune can tell

So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan

But that sweet milk's gone sour

And the honey, the honey has thickened