Ebb and Flow - 311

In the basement waiting for a statement

But station’s frequency is vacant

Why don’t we go outside

In the break room waiting for a big boom

Smoke haze rising in a big plume

Everyone’s dissatisfied

The pools have dried the trial’s been tried

But the leak’s still spilling they don’t know what to do

The flow won’t stop pressure still won’t drop

Tanks are overfilling

Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow

Living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow

Up late to earn the proceeds

All stressed out, working until your eyes bleed

Overtime to buy things we don’t need

Always on the go and you’re thirty thirty

Gotta make the ends and get dirty dirty

Will it ever stop will it ever end

Is it worthy

Reality of this is you go loco loco

And too much of this way and you’ll go postal postal

Happens all the time just get in line

And go comatose

The moms and pops have all closed up shop

And who can blame them?

I don’t know anyone

The kids just hide scared to go outside

And just who can blame them?

At times it seems unreal

We can see but we can’t feel

And no one’s at the wheel

Born here all alone

Growing old with hearts of stone

The lights are on but no one’s home

Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow

Living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow