Ode to Thinking

Break the branch upon the willow No bird will want to sing today Cut loose the boats down in the boat house We’ve never seen such strange old days Tell the lost that no one’s looking Tell the found that no one cares You can never find the answers We’ve never seen such strange old days No one’s coming for the helpless So come and quickly help yourself Go and sell yourself to Jesus God insists upon that sale People are whistling to the sirens They call their hands to a defeat I saw a headless person crying We’ve never seen such strange old days So long to thinking, the crowd will travel well We’ve unchained a monster And it left me feeling unwell So long to knowing, the past is buried still Under a hard place in an empty wishing well