it's now.

Or maybe I'm only human. Has that become a crime?


if you swear that there's no truth, and who cares,
how come you say it like you're right?
are you scared to dream of God?
is it salvation that you want?
and the stars so clear have been dead for years
but the idea just lives on
and our wheels, they roll around
as we move over the ground
and all day it seems we've been in between
a past and future town