History Repeats

History repeats itself

In the patterns in the stone

We close our eyes, and fumbling,

We listen, or we don't

The anchorman is babbling

The weatherman's a liar

The sports report's a waste of time

For the bored and the tired

And the past is all we talk about

Cuz it's all we've ever known

I won't go back to the simple life

In the comfort of the womb

I'm finding a new road home

If I'm late for my own funeral

Don't let me hold you up

Just tell them I've got other plans

I've got work to do

I won't go back to the simple life

The past is gone

I won't go back to the simple life

I'm moving on