Innocence is fleeting and wasted on the young
Before our time was money, ambition filled our lungs
Now we bask in our indifference, content to toe the line
Faded photos and an ordered satisfaction suit us fine
There were days when we felt anger, tortured by the game
Now we take our bigger families into stores with bigger names
That brave desire for justice wasn’t washed away one night
But evaporated slowly in the warmth of younger lives
Have we really lost our need for revolution?
Or is it hidden under necessary tact?
The water’s getting deeper and they can’t swim on their own
Do we really have to choose between them?
Somewhere, for a moment, we saw beyond ourselves
A passing glimpse of truth between the books upon our shelves
Now we practice our religion when it fits our busy lives
One day crippled by the weight of every little compromise