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