Times Like These

Familiarize yourself with what might be your home
Looks just like another place you'd drift
Coffee cups are cheap and made of Styrofoam
Out there where the current's strong and swift

Take a look around you, find some words to say
No one here, with whom to gallivant
Shaky times have found you, thoughts in disarray
Sometimes you can think and then you can't

Hike back from the yard sale having bought some things
Walk a mile in someone else's shoes
Sit down on the guardrail, see what summer brings
Read a page or two of last week's news

Take a look around you, fallen cyclone fence
Corrugated cardboard striped with paint
Shaky times have found you, what might still make sense?
Is you, moving in or is you ain't?

Don't tell me I blew it
I know where I am
Don't tell me you knew it
I don't give a damn

Standing on the sidewalk's not no place to go
Under dark duration's deep duress
Listening to a song in someone's radio
All you hear is a corporate sound of stress

The moon is always lonesome, the wind is never tired
Sundown drains the daylight by degrees
I could write some words down where I so inspired
It's hard to even rhyme in times like these