Well it’s every day now,

Start in the early morning,

Everyone is beginning

To sort out their

Frame of mind.

Like all these news channels,

Constantly beating our hands

So we won’t know. We’ll

no longer care about

Where this all began.

Seems the world around us

Keeps saddling up

Choosing where to ride,

Which machine shall

We lay out our lives for.

And now, tonight,

That same broadcast let’s us

Believe,

We can start all over,

Again.