The Dodo
I see a white haired man, he's got a suit on hand
he's telling people how they're supposed to live
nobody's listening to the politician
no matter what sage advice he has to give
He's got a clumsy, outdated m.o.
and he's come to a fork in the road
as we watch our foundations erode
there is only one direction to go
It's the way of the dodo
such a noble destiny
it's the waltz of desperation
passed along to you and me
The way of the dodo
(it's the gray stuff in your head)
(it's the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead)