Big Cloud Passing
Sand in the toes and the smell of the sea
Sun fades out -- a chill in the chi
Wind whips up, while spies ignite rabble
And they say there's no such cabal
Men behind curtains, but feel no regret
The figurehead was a marionette
And in the midst of this whole scene
You wonder if it's all a dream
As a man walks by and points to his head
And says he'll miss you when he's dead
In the mirror, what's that thing?
Wisps of openness, restructuring
Why the mirror, and what does it mean?
There's a primate with a death machine
I bet he's got a student loan
There's no doubt, he's turned on his own
Edge grows near, forces amassing
You and I know, there's a big cloud passing.