Isabel

So now the years are rolling by
 And it's not long since you and I
 Could have been train drivers and astronauts
 And now we're stuck in furnished ruts
 Yet the thing that really cuts is
 That we can't remember how we got caught
 Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
 Count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten
 And though it doesn't often show, we are scared because we know
 That our forefathers were famers and fishermen
 And so the world has changed, worse or better's hard to tell
 But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
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 So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it's old
 Of sowing seeds and setting sail
 But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week
 These salvation schemes that are bound to fail
 And so the world has changed,worse or better's hard to tell
 But my hope remains within the arms of Isabel
 And I'll admit that I am scared of what I don't understand
 Darling, if you're there, gentle voice and soothing hands
 To quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans
 Darling, if you're there
 And so the world has changed, and I must change as well
 And the machines we've made will damn us into hell
 And so the time will come when all must save themselves
 And I'll save my soul within the arms of Isabel