The drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance.
The players dance to the beat of life.
They dance to an invisible script.
One that was encoded since first breath.

The sky cries its tears.
The tears of life and growth.
Whether we rejoice or complain, it happens all the same.
The sky cries its tears of life.

The moon shines bright tonight.
To bathe the world in its gentle light.
The cat plays its silent magic, oh isn’t it tragic?
That crime must sully the night.

With the sun comes the working madness.
Like millions of ants people scurry, all wanting to be rich.
They curse, hurry, swear, oh when did we get this way?
Forgetting about what’s important, in life?

And so the beat goes on and on.
To the beat of the peoples feet.
Like a record stuck on repeat, oh wouldn’t it be neat.
If something different were to happen, today?