We'll Be Fine
I had a dream that I was on a plane, and everyone on it looked the same, and a passenger whispered in my ear, "I've got news, but do not fear:
The outside world is reporting our flight is lost. We went over the ocean but never crossed."
So I stood up and screamed, "Where are we going?" And all the faces just like mine mouthed, "We'll be fine." CH
I woke up in a city where everyone looks a bit like me and the radio yelled in my ear my morning dose of hate and fear.
The outside world is reporting the outside world is lost. We tried to live together, but our wires crossed.
And I want us to see our crimes, but all I hear is, "We'll be fine."













