Moving Away

 

You know I'll always come again,

Well maybe this time I'm tired,

So don't you keep on counting on me.

This is now and that was then;

I'm no longer prewired

to put up with your theocracy. 

Time is precious and falling faster,

You're killing me slowly.

Just give me one good reason to stay;

Give me a parachute if this is a disaster.

I was ready to leave whenever you told me.

The price is too much, way too high to pay.

Tell me what we're doing here

Is there a reason for me to keep on trying?

I don't want to fight to find myself alone.

Oh in the face of failure what is fear,

But prolonging the life of the dying.

Come down off your tired throne

and tell me what we are doing here?