Canaan

Fallacies in the ordinary
 Try to contradict the contrary
 But words are words
 As words are words
 And a dream is a momentless lesson
 You learn
 For time has been distributed well
 Between heaven and earth, and earth and hell
 So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan
 But that sweet milk's gone sour
 And the honey, the honey has thickened
 Thus our feet get away with a hop, skip and a jump
 But our minds are numbed over with a job, hit and a scotch
 And it all echoes out into worthless sales
 Just like a daughter of fortune, for fortune can tell
 Fortune can tell
 So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan
 But that sweet milk's gone sour
 And the honey, the honey has thickened