"STRANGE AS IT IS"

Speeding like a clock, that no longer uses TIME
When a penny equals a DIME

That's what it feels like our days have become
Scripture said it would be this WAY, to SAY

Which DAY, MAY in fact be the last
No one knows

But folks seem to be a 'CHANGIN'
Every mans an island

Not worried 'bout hurricane ravaged swells
Of life CLOSIN'in to cover all sides

All content to die alone-in a coffin of self INDULGENCE
sensual gratification-self IMPORTANCE, even IMPOTENCE!

Turn on the TUBE-see YOU, him, her ME
getting sucked into STUPIDITY

Blurring the real-into false REALITY
Called true entertainment-false IDENTITY

Yes, these could be those final days-but generations said it BEFORE
Somethin' seems different now-'cause community and fellowship are never MORE

FORE, I branded and empty knock at YOUR DOOR
A lonely knock at YOUR DOOR

Jus' as they used to do in the countryside
I branded an empty knock at YOUR DOOR

To visit and let you know I CARE
But you didn't answer-or where not THERE

So as our days have BECOME
In these strange days-the world grows NUMB