| I walk in stride with people | |
| much taller than me | |
| and partly it's the boots but | |
| mostly it's my chi | |
| and I'm becoming transfixed | |
| with nature and my part in it | |
| which I believe just signifies | |
| I'm finally waking up | |
| and there's this moth outside my kitchen door | |
| she's bonkers for that bare bulb | |
| flying round in circles | |
| bashing in her exoskull | |
| and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon | |
| but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed | |
| she is trying to evolve | |
| she's just trying to evolve | |
| now let's get talking reefer madness | |
| like some arrogant government can't | |
| by any stretch of the imagination | |
| outlaw a plant | |
| yes, their supposed authority over nature | |
| is a dream | |
| c'mon people | |
| we've got to come clean | |
| cuz they are locking our sons | |
| and our daughters in cages | |
| they are taking by the thousands | |
| our lives from under us | |
| it's a crash course in religious fundamentals | |
| now let's all go to war | |
| get some bang for our buck | |
| I am trying to evolve | |
| I'm just trying to evolve | |
| gunnin for high score in the land of dreams | |
| morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens | |
| on the trail of forgetting | |
| cruising without a care | |
| the jet set won't abide by that pesky jet lag | |
| and our lives boil down to an hour or two | |
| when someone pulls a camera out of a bag | |
| and I am trying to evolve | |
| I'm just trying to evolve | |
| so I walk like I'm on a mission | |
| cuz that's the way I groove | |
| I got more and more to do | |
| I got less and less to prove | |
| it took me too long to realize | |
| that I don't take good pictures | |
| cuz I have the kind of beauty | |
| that moves |