Watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
LOL I AM SO LATE TO THIS PARTY.
A muted wail out in the streetsYou watch the stage but burn the seatsTwo metal legs to get alongYou ain’t got much without one to stand onSometimes at night I hear it rollA hundred cars long pulling out slowLike the engineers inside my headCold and dark like your side of the bedYeah, nothing’s ever what it seemsAnd even if it is ends justify meansWith plastic guns and infantryFor a silent army in the trees
It is not enough to react to change.
You must drive it.