Icarus' Parachute

Mama needs a long rest 

With no people on her, once we've gone

All gone home. 

She groans beneath us while we work and play

Tryin' to squeeze the nectar from everyday

Upon the honeycomb. 

Wood and wind and water

And corn squeezin's from a jar

Won't get us where we got so fast

Won't keep us where we are.

And I'm fifty but I'm fifteen 

And I'm never gonna die.

I'm here to hurtle down the highway

And go streakin' through the sky. 

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These are the things

That we never think we'll need

We go travelin' at high speed

And by the time we figure out the point, it's moot.

Like Icarus' Parachute. 

Hey friend, this land is your land

Mostly don't you know this land is mine

Can't you see the sign? 

My superstore has forty lanes 

So I almost never have to stand in line.

Or get behind. 

And sure the downtown bookstore closed

But then they never got drive-thru.

And with the prices and selections online

What was I to do? 

But when the eagle loses splendour

And clouds smell of gasoline

I have the chilling fear my child will pay

The bills I've never seen. 

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Bridge

And what if that winged boy's father

When they flew out of that jail,

Handed him a home-made parachute

And said, "Son, this plan might fail. 

With the ecstasy of flying, 

It's hard not to fly too high." 

But the boy just soared away

With a twinkle in his eye. 

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