The Candidate
(Michael Nesmith)
Half the world concerned
With a slightly tarnished masterpeace
Hoping to return
As the once forgotten culture thief
Lying on its side
The stately vessel now replete
With harbingers of peace
Telling lies
Waiting at the door
With a stance secure in second thoughts
Overlooking signs
Of the spiritual bereavement's cost
Trying to arrive
At a destintion that they've lost
To ignorance
Which winks at them and smiles
Listen well
The patience of the people soon will end
Time will tell
As the melting of your plastic smile begins
Sailing ships of state
And ignoring navigation laws
Through the sea of man
The captains mad with power pause
And congratulate themselves
On the virtuous and noble cause
Which must surely save the world
And alter time
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