By the hands on a clock
The time of day appears to change
Different by the minute
Beckoning the seconds to tick away
Here we go ’round again
Will the changes ever end
Or will they stay the same
As they’ve always been
Changing. Changing.

Changing into things we’d like to see
Moving to places we’d like to be
Places. Places.

Faces of those we know
Cruel or kind, friend or foe
Talking with strangers
Listening alone.
Alone.

Change the condition
Strengthened by superstition
That says there’s no need
To be like all the rest

Constant time, constant space
A constant fear, a constant place
Constantly changing

Changing the way we use our time
Changing the way we change our minds
Dreaming. Dreaming.

Dreaming of faces that we know
Cruel and kind, friend and foe
Dreaming of strangers
Dreaming alone.
Alone.

Staring at a clock
Thinking about the time of day
Twenty-four before
The hours hadn’t sadly ticked away
Here we go, bound again
Let the changes never end
Hope that we don’t stay the same
As we’ve always been —
Constant. Constant.

Constant soul, constant heart
Constant people, a world apart
Constantly changing…

Stars of white
Flickering bright
Angels to guide our way
They give us sight
In a darkened night
And sometimes take our breath away

They help us on our journeys
Turn on when we are home
Save us from the demons
While we’re sleeping alone

Together and apart
They share a common heart —
To help us to pretend
That the day will never end
Searching for darkness to overcome
Fighting to reach the eyes of some

Shining sparks
Spirits of dark
Traveling beyond
Forever free
For us to see
Sailing on and on…

They bring life to motion
And emotion to our lives
We panic without them
For without them we are blind

During the day
We’re kept in the dark
From what is wrong and right
If we know what we believe
And believe what we’re told
How will we ever see the light…

Time and again we find ourselves
Slipping into something real
Letting go of imagination
Losing the creative feel

We tangle on the red tape
And we lose control
We gamble our hearts and minds
And we sell our souls —

Stumbling around
From day to day —
We trip and fall
Then we just slip away

Torn from the flesh of fantasy
Pulled from the mind of make-believe
Knocked-out by the punch of sanity
Slipping away

Musician, painter, poet, author
Losing that special touch
Eyes with the ability to see
What the world misses so much

We’re cast into confusion
The world — a state of mind
Pushing away creation
How much are we leaving behind?

In touch with the world
In sight, in sound
Involved and bound
On a merry-go-round…

Give me something to write about
Give me something to sing
Been racking my heart and my head all day long
And I just can’t find anything

I’m tired of singing of broken hearts
Or the woman I had last night
I’m fed up with singing about
The world’s constant struggles and fights

I just want to sing something
That everyone will like
And not have to sing the blues
I want you to listen
To what I’m singing
And not stare at my blue suede shoes

I don’t want you to hear me because it’s cool
Or because your friend told you to
And I don’t want you to listen because
You want to be different
Listen ’cause you like the tune

Give me something to write about
Give me something to sing
I’ve been scratching and searching all day long
And I just can’t find a thing

I don’t want to sing about rock ‘n’ roll
Or a fast car that I’ll never have
I don’t want to sing about a place that’s not there
Or a world that’ll never be…

A body walks the earth
Aimlessly
Naive of the things
That it sees
Missing the single element
That separates the beings —
The ability to share with others
The songs it wishes to sing

Mind in matter
Helping the other to grow
Mind using matter
To learn the things it wants to know

Vehicle in motion
Transporting thoughts
Expressing ideas
Of immobile minds,
Immortal souls —
Through companionship and loyalty
Experiments and curiosity
They both shall thrive
To keep the other alive

Now it can travel
The universe
And wonder about the things
That it sees
In contact with the elements
And knowing what they mean
Is a part of the world’s perfect pair
And the world that they share…

Simplicity beyond expression
Ideas beyond control
Foresight into the master plan
Which not even you can know
So no one can understand

Hoping it will come together
Praying it will all work out
Putting to work the master plan
Using the easiest route
Doing the best that you can

For there is method to the madness
A scheme beyond compare
There’s system to the chaos
Of which you are unaware

A shining hope — a brilliant star
That you can’t believe
A quiet thought — a brilliant dream
That you can’t retrieve

Searching for minds that know the scheme
To help you in your quest
To make the master plan seem clear
Putting it to the test
To place contentment much more near

Once in a long and lonely thought
Something guides you along
The master plan comes plain to view
Though others thought you wrong
For courage manages the new

Victorious in your struggle
Of effort by dreams born
Glorious in your battle
Between the love of vision
And of system scorn…

Dust-covered dirt
Rolling tumbleweeds
Shadows of unlawful deeds
Lonely winds fill
The hollow days
Showing how the earth decays

At one time people filled
These empty streets
They never knew who they might meet
But as time went by
They disappeared
Along with the outlaws that they feared

Empty streets —
The world goes on
For it is strong
Live and let die
As time goes by
The world goes away
But comes back another way

That scene from another time
Can’t predict what
We will find
No one knows
Nobody knows
What the world will leave behind

Only time can tell
How things will be
When the world sets us free
We all know lifestyles are strange
But when we’re gone
The world will change…