Pj Myers - Indoor Generation

We used to live among the animals
And wake up to the early morning bird that calls
But now we're locked inside, these concrete blocks
And the phenomenon accelerates, it never stops
So rewind, back to the days when we
Roamed through the trees and down by the sea
Like the historical man, with no wants or needs
He just searches for food and lives a life so free

And we'll be, happy, without material things
Why can't we, go backwards to those days, yeah
Sit around a fire, dance and sing
Stare up at the stars and want for
Not a single thing
It's just a dream
Throw it all away, and greet each day with the sun, rising over the sea
We'll live our lives happily
With no work to do, no jobs to go to
We've no money, but we've no poverty
It's just a dream

Through the days we roam, the woods in search
Of fruits and berries and the goodness of the Earth
Pull the string back on our bows and let our arrows fly
So we can eat fresh food by the fireside
Take only what we need so we can coincide
With the Earth, Sun, Moon and the changing of the tide
Limit population to the food we can provide
And we will share among our people we are unified

And we'll be, happy, without material things
Why can't we, go backwards to those days, yeah
Sit around a fire, dance and sing
Stare up at the stars and want for
Not a single thing
It's just a dream
Throw it all away, and greet each day with the sun, rising over the sea
We'll live our lives happily
With no work to do, no jobs to go to
We've no money, but we've no poverty
It's just a dream

I sit inside my room stale air surrounds me
Suffocating, still daydreaming
I look outside my window, I feel it wash over me
This is not living, this is not living

And we'll be, happy, without material things
Why can't we, go backwards to those days, yeah
Sit around a fire, dance and sing
Stare up at the stars and want for
Not a single thing
It's just a dream
Throw it all away, and greet each day with the sun, rising over the sea
We'll live our lives happily
With no work to do, no jobs to go to
We've no money, but we've no poverty
It's just a dream

Written by:
Paul Myers

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