New Age Eden
We got a rumble here, everybody knows
you’re goin’ crazy panhandlin’ the road
looks like a jungle here, it’s real and it’s cold
gettin’ hard to work it out, i think it’s gonna explode
In a new age eden, dream on, dream on . . .
Looks like a graveyard here, but who can tell
could be a sinkin’ dream at the bottom of a bottomless well
feels like a private war, but it’s way too mean
could be a hurricane like it said in time magazine
In a new age . . .
Deep down in the subways way after dark
some guy singing protest songs bangin’ on guitars
singin’ about cain and abel, here it comes again
after a thousand of years of this
you’d-a-thought somethin’ here woulda changed
In a new age . . .
It’s high time for prayer now for all gathered in this house
forget about them philstines, they ain’t never gonna work it out
they’re locked in a room full of mirrors waitin’ for the bell
that brings the seven winds of hades down
at seven minute’s to hell
In a new age . . .
We need a new temple here, the old one’s gonna fall
all will be revealed, you’ve got to heed the call
as you toil in silence, as you work the land,
as you sail across the seas, as you lend a hand.
In a new age . . .
