Baby Blue Marble by Old Fart with a Guitar
Baby Blue Marble Old Fart with a Guitar You ask me why in the world do many little things matter to me?Why in the world can’t I ever let anything slide?You say i’m piling up mountains of sand i’ve collected from mole hillsWhy in the world can’t I just go along for the ride?Well, it’s the why in the world that twists in my mind like a mysteryWhen I see bandits and bullies and arrogant villains prevailTrying to jam all they can through the eye of a needleBacking up traffic for miles on the heavenly trailAll the toys of the pharaohsAre in a museumOut in plain sightFor the whole world to see…
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