[ Performed by Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra ]
[Auntie Earth]
Now as our poor young lungs deflate
I'll admit I've gotten older
Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate.
The feeling that we're lost will always fade
I present no explanation
Can't expect our tired patience to satiate for long
And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want
Disciples of the flow we can float anywhere
If ever there's a drought I've listed the puddles
Proven to better coax the divine out from within.
Remember there's more road, and places to go,
And patterns to contemplate, more people to fornicate
And remember there's a lot of good omens supplying the proof
That our life is the best joke ever told
Remember its a joke, and leave it alone.
Let go and try to be always abiding
Remember if there's one good reason for dying,
The sweet silver lining
Through you she lives on.
And therein lies a coast we can see through the fog
An island in our thoughts can be heaven on earth
I swear to god if I haven't wandered all over
Then I haven't done something that's worth telling at all.
After the hell that you've been through, what could I even say?
Our Auntie Earth will take us in,
She awaits our battered shells
I'll try to lay as close as I can to you
But while we're breathing I should tell you
From the depths of the Void I will love you
For your growing crows feet
And fully adore the contradictions that we live
As all I can give.
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