Too late

i look out the hole in my window
i really see nothing there
everything goes from the goodness to the problem factor
and then we stand with our hands in the air
is there too much to pay
for the games that we’ve played?
can we undo the crimes we’ve etched into time?
is there time for a change?
from the things we’ve estranged
is it ourselves we should hate or is it too late?
i walk through these crowded city streets
i really see no one there
money in their pockets
proves to us that they’ve progress
but their hearts show they don’t care
is there too much to pay
for the games that we’ve played?
can we undo the crimes we’ve etched in our time?
is there time for a change?
from the things that we’ve estranged
is it ourselves we should hate or is it too late?
i breathe the early morning air
this crazy world has often scared my hope of ever wanting
to ever want to live here
this crazy world has often scared my hope of ever wanting
i take a step into the air