Fred Small 1991
Too many words too many sounds
Too many attractions turn me around
Too many miles in a chrome cocoon
I never get anywhere I can’t see the moon
Too many commercials too many lies
Too many celebrities I don’t recognize
Too many brand names too many magazines
I got so much sensation I can’t feel a thing
Chorus:
Simple living Got to get to simple living
Simple living Simple Simply living
Too many things we just throw away
If we put it in the garbage we’re gonna eat it someday
We turn on the lights and a river dies
We turn the TV on to see an eagle fly
Bridge:
Too much work with nothing to do
Too many dreams that never come true
Too much hurting without a second glance
Too much desperation they call romance
Gonna take this life pare it to the bone
Baby when you knock baby
I’ll be home I’ll make my breakfast sweep the floor
Open the window unlock the door
Gonna turn off the video the audio too
Open my eyes take in the view
See the divine in the veins of a leaf
In the hands of a beggar in the eyes of a thiefÂ