all is flux

hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad
to say we detest rain would be a lie
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky

time on these days cannot be said to fly
life comes to us in weeping garments clad
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad

we aren't the ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long
we want to have the things our fathers had
we aren't the ones who gain by being bad

it's summer and our senses will go mad
against the heat we know we must be strong
we aren't trhe ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long

at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by
the world we know just keeps moving along
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong

our hearts are straining to break into song
and none but us will know the reasons why
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by

under the volcano

we pass the muddy road without a glance
it's just another slum another dismal place
that sits like a small blot on this great space
yet we think that our comfort's no advance
we don't consider the immense expanse
of time and distance that anyone could trace
between our homes and our accepted grace
and these poor folk whose best hope is a trance
there are so many hells and every one is known
to those who have no choice but to endure
the pains and the small joys and all the strife
so many cannot see this though they're shown
that in their hands and minds there rests a cure
and justice has a place in every human life

all lined up

all of our choices give the same result
we aren't allowed to step another way
we cannot cheer and we cannot exult
that we have seen a different sort of day
roads twist and turn each having its own trend
we can't be sure we've followed the right path
but every one of them comes to an end
and then we each come to the aftermath
we might have chosen some form of pretense
claimed that we knew our goals and did not lie
tried to disguise the fact we rode the fence
and that the world would simply pass us by
the ones who follow they at least won't rue
the fact that we'd departed from the true

when warmth repels

not one of us but hopes for better days
the world we have is always in bad shape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

the sun will weigh us down with brightest rays
we feel the heat as a gigantic scrape
not one of us but hopes for better days

it doesn't matter under that bright blaze
whether we are the clothed or naked ape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

we hope for relief from this constant haze
our backs are bent and our mouths agape
not one of us but hopes for better days

the truth is that this is no passing phase
we're seeing the result of a great rape
we act and we spectate in the same plays

for all of us there's always the same gaze
from which we know that there is no escape
not one of us but hopes for better days
we act and we spectate in the same plays