Cardboard Towers

© 2013 Mark Cote

lying on the floor with scores of yesterday
turtle paced hours and flip-book days

silver-threaded father time
what is it that you design
with visions seen through past's eyes
how do you see what tomorrow lies

(chorus)  tell me tell me
                  what's the plan
                  for simple sons of prophets
                  and simple sons of man
                  tell me tell me
                  where will it lead
                  from painted cardboard towers
                  and blindfolded roads of greed

until the dawn of morning light
the flower doesn't know if it is right
the winding river never knows
in the moment she only flows

(chorus)
(instrumental)

disrespectful respectable job
tailor-made penguin is still a slob
when thoughts are smiles left far behind
life is sweet not the wine

(chorus)