Solid Ground

Hear the whistle blow
And watch the dogs come out
See the hunted looks
And smell the hungry crowd
Awakened by a sound
That spreads like forest fire
Burning every shred of doubt

Hear the whistle blow
The old machinery
Repeat the same old song
Of 1933
Everyone seems to play
A well known melody
A fabricated fantasy

Let’s return to solid ground
Somewhere in the lost and found
We go in circles, round and round
So let’s return to solid ground

Hear the whistle blow
In a god forsaken town
The followers concede
They’re jumping up and down
So what if you’re proven wrong
When would you return
To common sense and solid ground

Let’s return to solid ground
Somewhere in the lost and found
We go in circles, round and round
So let’s return to solid ground