I wrote this a couple of days ago, so I thought I'd try posting it here as an experiment. We're blobs of stardust, blessed with the gift of consciousness, and yet we put up with... *waves hands around* ...all this.
Wielding our umbrellas to ward off the morning rain
Squeeze onto the platform then we're shoehorned on the train
Be productive and be faithful and rewards will trickle down
Promises of riches and renown
Watch the clock for long enough so we can pay the bills
Mortgages and MOTs and time to make a will
Exchanging our apologies for every late reply
Going back and forth until we die
But we're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Keep the fires burning while believing this is fine
Paying close attention what is yours and what is mine
Drifting through existence while your time is marching on
It's easy to forget where you are from
We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why
We've just one fleeting moment in the sun
We'll be dancing with Andromeda in one beat of the drum
We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why
Wielding our umbrellas to ward off the morning rain
Squeeze onto the platform then we're shoehorned on the train
Be productive and be faithful and rewards will trickle down
Promises of riches and renown
Watch the clock for long enough so we can pay the bills
Mortgages and MOTs and time to make a will
Exchanging our apologies for every late reply
Going back and forth until we die
But we're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Keep the fires burning while believing this is fine
Paying close attention what is yours and what is mine
Drifting through existence while your time is marching on
It's easy to forget where you are from
We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why
We've just one fleeting moment in the sun
We'll be dancing with Andromeda in one beat of the drum
We're all made of stardust with the gift of being alive
Dreaming of a changing wind, a turning of the tides
A present from the heavens that is busy nine till five
But never asking why
Never asking why