Woke up in a west that's wild,
Woke up in a sanctioned wayside.
Woke up, psychos screaming, some loiter head dream
Descending.
Left it up to chance, left it up in the air.
Played it by year and played down both ends of the line.
I will not let the world pass by,
I woke up in the west, Greenwich time.
Bared the glare of cold war trash, put it on the table,
Stained the course leaking, work-a-day degradation.
With the ballot box open, the flowing information,
The temperature warming, and all the cloning and
Nonchalance.
I will not let the world pass by,
I woke up in the west, Greenwich time.

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Writer(s): JAY FARRAR