My Strange Century

My strange new age. Insane and so capricious Grown cold to love, but not prepared for death My soul in chains is pining at a wake now Beneath the weight of days and wasted breath It’s possible to walk, but hard to run And breathing's anxious, carefully it's done But otherwise, believe me, all is perfect! And life's a roaring ball that knows no bounds The kids are grown. Their call is long since forfeit And at this party, I'm a cheap impostor I'm set to dance, but in the empty mirror It's just my shadow spinning at the table here I wasn't born for soaring, wild, and free To rise at dawn is for some other's care In mountains grey, my freedom calls to me But long's the road, and who is waiting there? No noisy feast, no quiet cell can save At home from boredom, walls become my grave But otherwise, believe me, all is perfect! And life's a roaring ball that knows no bounds The kids are grown. Their call is long since forfeit And at this party, I'm a cheap impostor I'm set to dance, but in the empty mirror It's just my shadow spinning at the table here