When Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

First, there were hot pants, mini-skirts, and the pill

Then the sixties generation questioned authority while rejecting their parents’ values

They hung an exit sign above the cross

God got the boot and they closed the final curtain 

The sexual revolution was born  

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll 

Then came disco and ponytails

Things got out of control and we blew a fuse

And when the smoke cleared 

No one cared anymore 

My hands are now tied

I tried to wash them clean

But the stains of disappointment continue to exist

Now I’m picking up the pieces of a shattered world

It’s a shame

It’s a pity

But someone has to do it

Why not me?

Why not now?

I could have used some help 

But everyone was busy

Too bad for me

My hands are tied

But not my shoelaces 

I will still walk alone 

I shall no longer help

As God is my witness

I will no longer shout into the wilderness 

The deafness is too maddening

I seem to be all washed up now

Yet for some reason

I’m not ready to throw in the towel

Go figure