I hear the voices of the past everywhere I turn.
I hear on TV, on books, poster, anything.
And I notice why
The voices of the past are usually right.
That old saying is usually true.
It seems that way to me, and hopefully to you.

Drifting along like a merry-go-round
I see you twitch and turn and jump all around.
The others don't seem to care
that you are messing up their hard-earned share.
The others don't even blink an eye,
as my friend and I watch from far far below the sky.
Then we see you go, and say good-bye,
so we turn our backs and begin to fly.