When you’re sick in bed / And your temperature’s high / You do so much thinkin’ / And you don’t even try

nothing too fancy / not this time / just some rocking steady / and some simple basic rhyme

Fiddling and diddling while the country burns and rots / The same old leopards run the show and they can’t change their spots.

When scandal after scandal breaks in the news / And when this town can’t seem to shake those blues / I wonder why I still care.

We gotta celebrate our last days of freedom /Make the best of them before they're gone

The world is full of pishachs ... and shice.

Glory daze / The best is yet to come / Glory daze /To the beat of a different drum / Glory daze, glory daze.

No one seems to remember the way it used to be / Looks like everybody’s new here but the old chevra and me

It’s the thirty third day and all across the nation / There’s one tremendous conflagration

but instead of reaching out their hands / and agreeing to live on the land / together as neighbors in perfect faith and trust ...

But there's a bright side out there somewhere / Where the everyday ain't so mean ...

Well I suppose I should tell you how I got here / How I somehow got steered across this continent ...

I should never have left this place / I should never have abandoned its warm embrace / I did what I thought at the time was best ...

I said Help me Doc, I got songwriters’ block, I just can’t find my inspiration ...

Well take a step back / And see how pathetic you are / Bending over so far backward / Till you snap like a tree in the wind

Coaxing a ton of aging automobile / From Dead Bank and Ocean Grave all the way to Warkyland ...

Fly, fly, I’m always saying goodbye / Sky above, to the people I love / Plane, plane, pure pangs of pain / Up up and away, they never stay.

You sitting up there in your ivory tower / How you gonna know that it’s your final hour / When are, when are you gonna come down.

The same old diners, the same old bars / Still trying to make a living driving cars / Can't even think of reaching for the stars

In deepest darkest February / I battled all the ghosts / And demons spooks and goblins / That plague me least and most