From the recording Salt
Lyrics
All he wants to do is
Sing his own tune
All he wants to say is
Get out of the way
All he wants to ride is
His railroad into the night
Pretending that there’s no day
Oh, what will we say
To our children?
Can we explain?
All he wants to see is
The fuel beneath his feet
All he wants to know is
The world in his own glow
All he wants to sell is
That true falsehood he tells
Peddling the same old talk on his carousel
Parents buy their tickets for the ride
Never quite knowing if that locomotive’s going to day or to night
One thing’s for sure they won’t be travelling on past the dusk
What will be left?
What will be left?
What will be left but a hollowed husk?
Oh, what will we say
To our children’s face?
Can we explain?
It’s not their
Their game to
Their game to
Their game to play