Correct me if I’m wrong,

But I thought this was a song

About how the masses of people

Forgot how to feel

Long before the invention

Of the wheel.

          Now we race along in automated cars,

          Picking up people in overpriced bars,

          Fully knowing the score and the deal;

          Fearing the feeling of something too real.

Like love lasts forever,

But a second in time

Is more eternal

Than all the love you can find.

          Still, there may be a chance

          If you don’t ask to dance

          During the ten minutes of the meeting

          When the chemistry of love is starting it’s heating.

                    If you’ve been anywhere near

                    To the feelings you fear

                    Then you are close to the pool

                    That will drown anyone but a fool

                    In the tides of love emotion

                    That rises and surges in each mind’s ocean

                    When the moon rises high

                    And you catch the glint of similarity

                    In someone else’s eye.

I know it’s not the proper way

To be fighting with people every day,

Especially if the man, woman, or child that you kill

Leaves behind only the memory of pain from gun-metal steel.

Now we have the power

To diffuse away the night

With weapons so powerful

In their awesome, explosive light

     That only the shadows

     Of people are left behind

     Among molten wreckage

     That stuns the mind.

               This is what makes mankind only timid and full of fear;

               That, within each of our minds, the threat of Armageddon is near.

Correct me if I’m wrong,

But I thought this was a song

That just anyone could have heard on the radio

If only they had switched it on a hundred years ago.

Now they have radios aimed out into space

In the attempts to contact an alien race.

          Maybe they can solve

          All our enormous binds,

          But I think if we only

          Search within our minds,

          The answers will come sweet and clear,

          Lending their beauty to all we hear.

                    The song will be long,

                    The note so pure

                    That all of Earth’s lands

                    Will be full of verdure;

                    And the feelings we feared

                    From so long ago

                    Will be the feelings that cause us

                    To reach, to grow.

                                                  11/01/1984