Original Spies

A stand, a wall, a fiat in us all
 Something that will take away
 This nonsense soon, one of these days
 The demand, the call, it will come soon I can hear us all
 Talking one day about the ones that we love instead of
 Hanging around waiting for signs from above
 Hey, hey I too want change, I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
 For evidence of the numbness and pain
 Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes
 I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can't do what one thousand once did
 But let me leave you with this simple idea
 and maybe one of you might run with it for real
 On that day will we be original spies?
 Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
 Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
 Truant treasures come from zealots sounding, Jensens pounding
 By way of last year's sonic stencils
 We are working it out, if only with pencils, but
 Underneath the same, same skies as those ones pushing the same, same lies, so
 Grab a pen, turn of the CNN
 And scratch me out some plans to get together again
 In that way will we be original spies?
 With trusty foresight will the sun still rise?
 Will strained new days, saturated with strange contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
 Hey, hey I too want change, I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
 For evidence of the numbness and pain
 Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes
 I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can't do what one thousand once did
 But let me leave you with this simple idea
 and maybe one of you might run with it for real
 On that day will we be original spies?
 Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
 Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?