My morning sun got blocked by progress
ThereÂ’s a square inch for the children to play
And that’s ok ‘cause they all moved inside
Pictures of their age sake playing underground far away
Change the channel with the blink of a bright eye

Lately IÂ’ve been watching
Wondering where it could have gone so wrong
How long until we all recognise the wrong way
We make everything right
Such an oversight, somethingÂ’s not quite right

IÂ’m hanging on with fingernails
As I catch my breath, progress ushers me along
Morning sun, where have you gone?
Blocked for everyone now

Lately IÂ’ve been watching
Wondering where it could have gone so wrong
How long until we all recognise the wrong way
We make everything right
Such an oversight, something just ainÂ’t right

Well upon closer inspection the sun is hollow through
And wired up to generators hidden out of view
And the kids control their new gods
in a world that isnÂ’t real
Save it all to memory and tomorrow theyÂ’ll prevail
And the pre-recorded voices
Keep the minions at arms reach
And mindless archive music so we have no time to think
And the few in their gold towers
And the keepers of the keys
Live rules of their own making while
WeÂ’re all on our knees
And the mouthpiece of the people
Speaks a language I donÂ’t know
But look at all out options now
ThereÂ’s no place left to go
I want my morning sun