RIGHT BEFORE YOUR OWN EYES
I’m here from the future and I don’t have long
before the blind confidence of youth is all gone
I’m here to tell you baby:
get yourself together.
Do as I say not as I do or not as I did
I’m telling you true
The time will come when you feel trapped
like a wolf in a cage.
The road is the place that you think you belong
so you sell your soul for a drink and a song
and before you know it you’re asleep at the wheel.
I’m not saying you should smother the fire
step on the spark or unplug the wire
but a wasted life is happening
right before your own eyes.
Every minute you stare at that stupid screen
and read all the chatter that you think you should read
is another minute sooner that your young old mind is dying.
Look at everybody in this room
no ones really talking to each other
they’re all consumed with what to love,
who to hate, and what to ignore.
I have a strange idea
in my happenstance mind
and if you don’t want to do it
I won’t waste your time
but maybe you could
learn to lay the machine down.
While you’re at it learn the names of the stars
and the trees and the rivers in between the bars-
then maybe you’ll make something
that lasts more than a season.
words & music by T. Easton
Produced by Patrick Damphier
Campfire Propaganda Songs/ASCAP
VIDEO DIRECTED BY MICK LEONARDY