Seeking the sea change in the same old thing
seeking a fortune in the dull brass ring
riding this plaster pony round and round
If I fall alone will I make a sound
So many tangents that my head will spin
Stand without so much as a star of tin
without authority but forced to act
no cash for bribery no time for tact
Look at this rut I’ve worn it ‘bout a mile
It’s a damn miracle that I still smile
but what the hell we only get one shot
to be only what I am to never be what I’m not
I’ll shyly say I am changing still
I still believe in the action of will
if not quite circular still still rolling
not always death that the bell is tolling
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