One swallow never made a spring

You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king

Beware the trinkets that we bring 

When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone

You tore the statues to the ground crying - let my people go

And now they're gone, all is gone 

But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile 

The freedom passion and the two faced call

They dance together upon the wall

With nothing left to break the fall 

Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods

The college buildings stand

And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls at the death of the Promised Land

All is gone, all is gone 

But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile 

And in the shadows of the crowded square, a thousand paper deals go down

And hungry sharks from everywhere smell the blood and head for town

Innocence starts to peel away - How money changes everything

The past it eats the future up and this blind desire eats everything 

Now the rats they leave one stricken ship for another sailing past

Your world was going nowhere slow while ours goes nowhere fast

And now it's gone, all is gone