Now it sees that night is day
My uneasy focus has slipped away
Drunk from the poison cup
Brings sheer relief to me
Head full of the news
Twenty-first century

Bring along your old banjo
I want to hear you play
Gonna play an old sad song
To blow away the day
One that trips off the tongue
I wanna hear what you say
Everybody sing along
Now everybody pray

Because the fast time that we had
It wasn't what we wanted

Changing weather blows away
But the slaughter and the showbiz
These are here to stay