Racing Away - Grant-Lee Phillips, Horace Andy

TV is enough

It is providing artificial friends and relatives for lonely people

What it is is recurrent families

The same friends and relatives come back

Week after week after week after week

And they’re wittier and they’re better looking and they’re much more

interesting and they’re richer

Than your real friends and relatives

Where is the love from birth

Where it’s gone

Where is the love for humanity

Where it’s gone

The love for the children

Respect for the elders

Where it’s gone

Where it’s gone

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

When will they get it right

And live in the light

Rest in the city

Grace for the nightfall

Rewash my memory

Turn climb my great wall

Peace don’t desert me Not in the forest

Grace where I trespass

Calling my goddess

This is not real

Here is not now

Why do you seek

All that is?

Where is the love from birth

Where it’s gone

Where is the love for humanity

Where it’s gone?

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

Tell me I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

Tell me I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

Dream my grandfather

Dream of great quiet

Barely a flash between

Words and blue silence

Gentle this hour

Wet is the highway

Brave are these cowards

Racing, racing, racing, racing away

Racing, racing, racing, racing away

Racing away

This is not real