Ready To Move On

(álbum: The Chicago Sessions - 2023)

I'm tired to the bone
And I wanna be left alone
Let my memberships expire
Read Don Quixote by the fire
Now there's a man apart, indeed
Perched upon his stalwart steed
Fighting windmills with a stick
And his friends all think he's sick

You know there'll come a day when none of this will matter
It will all be so much mindless chatter
And we won't look at each other and scoff
The day we turn the TV off

No right, no wrong
No weak, no strong
No black, no white
No dark, no light
No in, no out
No faith, no doubt
No red, no green
No fat, no lean
No hope, no fear
No week, no year
No rich, no poor
No less, no more
No round, no flat
No this, nor that
No war, no hate
No church, and no state
No prejudice
No edifice
No evidence
Just common sense
No character fault
No pillar of salt
No point of attack
No knife in your back

I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
To move on