From the recording My Turn
Look around – Tell me, please
Do you feel a sense of unease?
Something’s wrong – Feel it in your bones
Truth on the scaffold, deception on the throne
You can’t decide who’s to blame
The focus shifts – The subject moves out
Oh – I’ve felt the same thing too
That’s why I sympathize with you
You keep thinking it’s such a crime
And the thought goes ‘round and ‘round like
a nursery rhyme
Something’s stolen – You don’t know what
Some essential has been severed and cut
The screen flickers – The gear slips
The word “Danger” on children’s lips
Your sleep disturbed by a distant drum
Is it the cadence of revolutions yet to come?
Or is it a ship in distress, tapping out in code, S.O.S.?
Hear the shout, “Search and destroy!”
While we’re just looking for our comfort and joy