Progress - Out Cold

All this progress

So why am I

Sitting on the sidelines

Watching life ride by?

All these changes

But none are mine

Oh, good times are all for me

Somewhere down the line

Ooh

Progress

All this progress

And here am I

Caught up in the orbits of

A thousand satellites

All these worthless

Tears I cry

Here comes my apocalypse

Tearing through my blurred lines

All this progress

And I’m in chains

While other folk are rolling 'round

In their ill gotten gains

All these changes

Just keep me down

Empires closing in on me

Brick by brick

Town by town

Ooh

Worthless

Progress

From the dustbowls into the

Mountain high

Hear the injured birds sing

So why, oh why, can’t I?

Watching under branches

That bend in the wind

Leaning on the feeling that

I’ll fly away again

In hopes that I could change the past

In faces pressed against the glass

I dream a dream, that’s built to last

Another word

Another word

Ooh

Nothing moving

Nothing moving

Nothing moving