Rube Goldberg Machine Songtext

von Matt Duncan

We're growing less and less alike
You in the suit, you on the bike
Are your intentions pure or sundry?
Did you find the fountain, are you still hungry?
Me, I got a light I like to shine
When certain happenings are mine
But it's hard to keep a steady rhyme
On a busking beggar's drink and dime

We're turning corners, we're turning mean
We're busy working on Rube Goldberg machines
Ain't nothing perfect, we do alright
We pick a road and take it home at night

The church bell doesn't miss a chime
Your mortal feet must keep the time
So it's hard to keep an open mind
To all the things you left behind