There’s no peace
It’s hard to find
Fighting through this world
Lost inside my mind
There’s no reach
It’s hard to see
If I could give you my word
We would be in mixed company
Have you heard the world’s gone crazy
They're putting microphones in the sand
Have you heard of the science in the gravy
Each one with an island to defend
There’s no peace
It’s hard to know
Fighting through the day
Another endless road show
There’s no renegade
It’s hard to pretend
If I could give you my word
Then would this be the end
©10/3/14 Bruce Clifford
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