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 hills
Why 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 mystery
When I see bandits and bullies and arrogant villains prevail
Trying to jam all they can through the eye of a needle
Backing up traffic for miles on the heavenly trail
All the toys of the pharaohs
Are in a museum
Out in plain sight
For the whole world…
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