Sara Messenger © 1979
I’ve got plans to clear the sky
Change the world and finally fly
In an age when voices drone
From plastic disks and telephones
Just seems to me
We’ve got a lot of spirit to free
Just seem to be
A matter of time
You’ve got so many other things to do
No time left for thinking it through
Old assumptions obscure the view
Like late night reruns of the news
Just seems to me
We’ve got a lot of visions to see
Just seems to be
A matter of trying
As losses mark the days with tears
You reminisce on happier years
Revolution is out of vogue
While suffering reaches overload
It’s easy to see
Just seems to me
We gotta keep on keepin’ on
With crazy loving dreams
Cause it just seems to be
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