First Lunch, Then War

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