The patching of your shelters were never enough
To stand even the slightest breeze
And as the wind is changing overhead
You cling to your ignorance
As the bliss it gives brings you comfort
In these the last times of abundance
I hear tragedy in the western wind
Yet I have hope
I expect that those that pull through finds a new way
A way that won't lead us back around
Back into the dead end that left us standing here
With no real shelter against the storm
And as the wind is changing overhead
You cling to your ignorance
As the bliss it gives brings you comfort
In these the last times of abundance
Your eyes follow my gaze
And yet you can't see the storm coming in
It will change everything
This state of affairs will have run its course
In time it will be clear even for you
As you survey the land swept clean
Of the taint of the ideas that formed
this growth pattern and you will see
The limits set on infinity
I hear tragedy in the western wind
Yet I have hope

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