#31 CHASING RUST
#31 CHASING RUST
(Americana)
Baby, you heard the latest?
It's gonna change our lives.
Dancing on our socials,
When the new wonder arrives.
It's a diet, it's a gadget,
Some weird trick, gilded gold.
Looks smart, shiny and new,
But it's dumb, rusty and old.
We all so deeply want something new
Don't forget the salesmen know it too.
Hope for a new us from outside in.
But inside out's where true change begins.
Hey, something new and special,
Got to have it, it's a must!
Same old crap, new wrapper,
Stale bread beneath fresh crust.
At first glance it's perfect,
All boom, until the bust.
Think we're catching fire,
But we're just chasing rust.
Since that dark day when the sun first rose,
We all want the Emperor's new clothes.
All the stuff we have are so just less.
Things will be better with something fresh.
Hope for a flaming, gleaming other,
But we get fire's slower brother.
As for those selling new,
Swole bastards, long in tooth.
If pressed they will admit,
Less money in the truth.
Verge of tossing old for new,
Don't let this idea lapse.
Fire's just rust in a hurry,
Wisdom in that perhaps.
Hey, something new and special,
Got to have it, it's a must!
Same old crap, new wrapper,
Stale bread beneath fresh crust.
At first glance it's perfect,
All boom, until the bust.
Think we're catching fire,
But we're just chasing rust.
Hey, something new and special,
Got to have it, it's a must!
Same old crap, new wrapper,
Stale bread beneath fresh crust.
At first glance it's perfect,
All boom, until the bust.
Think we're catching fire,
But we're just chasing rust.
Simple truth that there's nothing new under the sun,
But race to chase the new will be forever run.