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Life's whatever you make it

These days it don't make a sound

In her rivers my edges go round

In the ocean of time we all drown

Someday

When I make no sense

When I's tired and stoned and circumstance has left me thrown

When the caps on the waves get blown out

I walk back to my car and go home now

Someday

Will my children learn and take in what it means to fear death

As everybody's running out of breath I pray for their attention spans

As they reckon with the myths and the questions

And parse between what's true and the guessing

To alchemize it better for the rest of us

Someday

I'm gonna find my deal on the short bed Ford of my dreams

On a Craigslist page I'm surfing through my sleep

Where nothing's too expensive or a pyramid scheme

And anyone finds everything they need

Like a guitar or a beach day or a kidney

It's too good to be true you may believe in god someday

It's too good to be true

Someday

Someday

Someday