( Galleon )
Sitting out here alone an autumn day
Thinking about the news on the tv
Load voices roame of terror and the wars
And how the world´s gonna be
If you play big brother and boss around it bites back
As you sow so shall you reap
While i sit here on the porch
Seeing the madness whatching the world go round
But still full of hope as the sun goes down
We´re unsignificant piece of matter in this space
Big men with meeetings around the globe
Signing papers with fancy words
Their documents and speeches carry cynic tunes
Like the sound from this crazy guitar
If you play big brother and boss around it bites back
As you sow so shall you reap
While i sit here on the porch
Greed comes first
Starvation and thirst
Power freaks
Protest marches
City battlefields
Covered faces
The enemy within
Can we come to terms
That we´re not important in this space
Can we understand the power we have
Are we going to annihilation like before
Or are we going to make it this time
A small reflection here from the porch
Lyrics by : Göran Fors