Paradise

History’s a library we’re writing everyday
My hands quiver like a leaflet as I turn to the next page
Can you see the forest fire for the burning trees
Can you smell the smoldering sulfer at the twilights last gleamin
Your hangups
Your resolutions
Your strong opinions
Your revolutions
Your own hesitations (???)
Deep liberation
It’s all part and partison
Bring a sard and cast a fire
Give a ghost and send a sun
Don’t ya know that paradise is being blown to kingdom come
Shrug it off and blame the machine
As thou will thou do
Don’t ya know even the smallest parts are greater still than you
Your hangups
Your resolutions
Your strong opinions
Your revolutions
Your good old hesitations
Deep liberation
Oh it’s all part and partison
Your old dog is runnin wild
Your old is car is runnin dry
Your old dog is runnin wild
Your old car is runnin dry
Your old wounds have come unwound
Your old ship has run a ground
Your old wounds have come unwound
Oh I hate to think that I could be taken by suprise
Oh I hate to think that I could be taken by suprise