Old songs, and way homes

And yearning

Wonder and wander

Oh, I should be turning

Oh, should I be turning?

And now I'm not afraid to say

That it's easier now in every way

Oh, I guess I'm learning

Oh, returning

Be careful of their stupid schemes

Be careful of their liberties

You can guarantee they'll cross the I's and dot the T's

Never let them fill your mind

Oh, be wary of their epaulettes

Be wary of their silhouettes

Oh, heavy chips upon their shoulders sit

And they pretend their responsibilities

Oh, and remember to breathe

Old songs, just wave forms

Gathering hard drive dust

And now I'm not afraid to say

That it's getting easier now every day

Oh, I guess I'm learning

Oh, and returning

Be careful of their stupid schemes

Be careful of their liberties

I can guarantee they'll cross their I's and dot their T's

So never let them steal your mind, oh

Be wary of their epaulettes

Be wary of their silhouettes

And all of the books you recommend you read

They ain't never going to fill your mind