Driver's Seat

An observation from the greenhouse

A nifty cluster of insanity

Not that solid where the ice is thinner

Even for dog with a pedigree

You've seen them juggling with emotional devices

So confident and so relaxed

The league of hasty grown up poets

Bumping the world upon its axis

And so it's time to take a stand

You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands

And so it's time to make a move

Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove

You better stop that roadside drinking

Try find the key to the lock

Call a halt to the nightmare shrinking

See what's in that Christmas stocking

Of money, power, fame and passion

The "holy" foursome will spin the ball

The ghost of greed above the mansion

For leagues of copycats a standard call

And so it's time to take a stand

You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands

And so it's time to make a move

Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove

Stranded like starfish on the shore, when the moon eclipses the sun

So the countdown do begin. No leg, no feet, no run

And when the water finally hits us, then it's either sink or swim

Examining the clockworks of the Gods, inside your shiny skin

Stranded like ET's on the floor when the ships have left the pond

We are all left to float about, for countless years to come

No it is either do or die, the last and lonely tribe

Finding a way to leave the pond, to say a last goodbye

Scanning the same old pages

Look for a sign of greatness

Learning in the script of life

To know your self is self contagious

Hope for a glorious Sunday

Push back the crappy Monday

Eight days to cross the poles

And reach the soil of old Britannia

Angel, your mind is far from home, in a mayhem of it's own

These are the lost breaks of Babylon, the bad of Adam's bone

Seeking the pleasure of his ground, as human flesh and bone

Tell me has love gone slightly wrong or vastly overblown?

Chasing the monster of success and it's catalyzing sparks

Flexing the qualities you dispose for entering the game

Now it's either do or die, to keep you entertained

Keeping the audience on their toes, beyond the last refrain

Scanning the same old pages

Look for a sign of greatness

Learning in the script of life

To know your self is self contagious

Hope for a glorious Sunday

Push back the crappy Monday

Eight days to cross the poles

And reach the soil of old Britannia

On to the riverbeds of time

We're scattered driftwood in a sad and lonely line

A sum of incidents called "Life"

A place where "V.I.P." will grant no further rights

As we are swaying in the wind

The image left will go no deeper that your skin

But all our doings and our deeds

Propel the universe into love overbleed

Just as the river made a hole inside the mountain

You throw your soil into the soul of the great nothing

It's not so easy to describe, it looks as though you're binding time

But you must be waiting for the moments to arise

And so you find yourself in the driver's seat

Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time

And so you find yourself with a million options chiming

Time is such a bitch and fate it's little sister

Those universal minds, the archetypes of life

To the great minds of our time our admiration flies

All the poets and the queens, all the starlets of our dreams

To those who came before

And those who opened up the doors

And so you find yourself in the driver's seat

Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time

And so you find yourself with a million options chiming

Time is such a bitch and fate it's little liar