We talk too much
We talk in circles
Till we're all spinning 'round
Reaching for it, in this merry go round

The scenery spent
We call it progress
I've seen this all before
When all said is done,
We wake up on the floor

We set sail with no fixed star in sight
We drive by rail in candle light

We're building towers, with no foundation.
We're stacking stone on stone,
Whatever it takes
Mix our mortar with bones

True progress means, matching the world to
The vision in our heads
We always change
the vision instead.

We set sail with no fixed star in sight.
We drive by rail and candle light.