Been thinking bout'cha baby as your sun settles down.

Winter's moving into our global backyard,
monies roll by as the rivers go hard.

there's too much left to not turn over the stone,
but how can you find it, when it's covered in bones?

got an ache in my belly that's as cold as blue steel,
got a pain in my head rolling 'round like a wheel.
mommas and babies still looking for home,
'cuz half of our planet is still not full grown.

bloodshot eyes, the nuclear kind.
keep rolling and blinking without making a sound.
are our plates all full? then what do we see,
that makes us believe that that's the way it should be.

there's too much left not to turn over the stone,
but how do we find it, when it's covered in bones?

Budda,and Jesus, Allah and such,
we've heard all about 'em, were not doing too much.
'cept make up our minds how to hate one another,
on a shrinking lost planet, where we're losing our brothers.

there's too much to loose to not turn over the stone,
but where do you start when is covered by bones?




@bugs.2002