Tomorrow

I can't believe you don't believe we just rolled passed your fenced in home But we left something behind People looking and thinking if we're their kind I feel like a clown Then you pretend We're not around People know where they are Savoir faire the only suite to wear The demands of workers Silent pockets of greedy corporations You can reach down you'll be found Knee deep in butterfly farts How can I stand behind him Memories of alien foot prints Deep in the woods Where only I exists A man called many things but not called you Different times of his life Like chickadees mobbing a blackbird Dont lean on me I stand half fallen Being torn from my beliefs Seeing nothing come out The machine is not working They don't dance anymore But its just like nothing happened I don't want to be part Part of this shadow Part of a life That knows kind But won't ever find time We got too much pride It's just another day