Have we all developed too far? Is this disconnect so deep? With so many hands wildly grabbing at purpose And no burden of procurement I for one am scared to death of these people Who have too much time on their hands And is it just me or do they seem to always be A bit more concerned that something higher is keeping the score Dear Morning after, soul saviors, there's nothing higher Will someone take me back 10, 000 years? I want pre-creation of which I've heard so much Take me back when a tree was still a tree And notes still made a tune I would content to not see you (to not see you) Cause you always make me more angry than I can possibly afford I take my time more to heart than you So kill yours but you don't kill mine There's nothing higher No ones keeping score So if life is just a bridge, would you just run across it? This bridge is my life, and I've got rivets to drive And I've got views to enjoy without you This bridge is my life And I've got rivets to drive I've got views to enjoy I've got rivets to drive as I watch you run