It takes to long to make home made bread
And it takes too long to overcome existential dread
It takes too long to make dreams come true
And it seems to go by too fast whenever they do
It takes too long to find the perfect mate
But it also takes too long to get the check on every bad date
Sometimes I think I’ll fuck anything and other times I think I’ll wait
It takes too long to let my own voice be heard
Which is why I always tend to come in third
It takes too long to do things the way you should
And it seems impossible that I’ll ever by fully understood
It takes too long to start from scratch
But it feels so wrong to let life snatch
All my hope about a better tomorrow
So I throw up my hands and surrender to sorrow
And think about the peace I could one day borrow
If I can’t have any that’s my very own that is.
It takes too long to save up a down payment
Or to fully awaken from our cultural enslavement
It’s been taking too long for our next phase of evolution
Which is why we’re on the brink of revolution
May the light of the divine show itself as our solution
Its taking too long for the ice caps to melt
Or is that just a gloomy story we’ve all been dealt
It’s taking to long to find my happy chewy center
The place where I feel safe and few can enter
Sometimes I think I’ve glimpsed it, the hedgy labrynth almost clearing
But in one anxious breath it vanishes, without anybody hearing
And as I search for it again I can almost sense it nearing
And that responsiveness is what I find so magical and endearing.
