We talk too much, we talk in circles
Till we're all spinning 'round
Reaching for rings on this merry-go-round
Scenery spins, we call it progress
I've seen this all before
When all's said and done, wake up on the floor
We set sail with no fixed star in sight
We drive by 
Braille and candle light
We're building towers with no foundation
Just stacking stone on stone
Whatever it takes, mix our mortar with bones
True progress means
Matching the world to the vision in our heads
We always change the vision instead
We set sail with no fixed star in sight
We drive by 
Braille and candle light