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not so softin a forest of stone underneath the corporate canopy where the sun rarely filters down the ground is not so soft not so soft they build buildings to house people making money or they build buildings to make money off housing people it's true like a lot of things are true i am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor that is not so soft i look up it looks like the buildings are burning but it's just the sun setting in the windows the solar system calling an end to another business day eternally circling signaling the rhythmic clicking on and off of computers the pulse of the american machine the pulse that draws death dancing out of anonymous side streets (the ones that always get dumped on but never get plowed) it draws dancing out of little countries with funny languages where the ground is getting harder and it was not that soft before those who call the shots are never in the line of fire why when there is life for hire out there if a flag of truth were raised we could watch every liar rise to wave it here we learn america like a script playwright birthright same thing we bring ourselves to the role we are all rehearsing for the presidency i always wanted to be commander in chief of my one woman army but i can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour it is the failed america in me it is the fear that lives in a forest of stone underneath the corporate canopy where the sun rarely filters down and the ground is not so soft © 1991 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
