Too Long At The Fair

Just like anyone who sees through gimlet eyes
Just like anyone who’s alive
I searched for a space where life’s just a mind game
But I’ve been too long at the fair
That’s where the best minds of my generation
Took their pleasure and their profit and gave their lives
And sometimes I can’t help but think about
What we might have achieved
If we hadn’t so blindly believed
In that know-it-all bohemian drеam

Too long at the fair I’ve spent
Lost in thе fog of the years
And all the rarefied things
That try as I might
Could only fail to succeed
To be a comfort to me
So cold the nights misspent
In the loam of my youth
Cultivating a spurious faith
In the power of taste
To be a route of escape

From all the long, hard work
Set for us at birth
It’s gonna be a long, hard road
Back to Planet Earth

Another year, another pass
Through the crowded corridors of the archive stacks
Another round of laments
For a dream that’s dead
But in an earlier phase, a youthful haze
The wishing well was only just half-dry
It was the height of the age
Of the self-made sage
And there was reason to believe
Everyone would be
A muse-kissed authority
In a free land

Turn on the news today
See all the creative ways
By means of which a souls gets saved
In a free land

It’s gonna be a long, hard road
Back to Planet Earth
Think of all the long, hard work
Set for us at birth

Our precious expertise
Now debased currency
In the marketplace of prestige
In a free land
Think of what else we might have achieved