Shooting at Shadows

I don’t know anything
I don’t know nothing
I don’t know which way the wind blows or which way is up
I don’t know what I don’t know
I don’t know who’ll stop the rain or what’s in a name
I don’t know the score; the word on the street or what’s goin’ down
I don’t know what I’m gonna do when they come for me…

Don’t know whether I’m Arthur or Martha
Don’t know the way to Amarillo or San Jose
Don’t know the way to go home
Don’t know where you go to my lovely (when you’re alone in your bed)
Don’t know what’s happenin’ brother or who your daddy is

I cant give you directions on the roadmap to peace
I can’t tell you the angle of the axis of evil
I can’t direct you to the maternity ward where democracy is being born, or the operating theatre where they’re creating a better future
I can’t see through the windows of opportunity; can’t find the bottom line – dotted or otherwise – to sign on
I can’t see by the dawn’s early light, or by the light of the moon; can’t hear the drums Fernando

Can’t find the teacher who will mark my papers politically correct

I find it difficult to watch my step; my peas and far queues

I don’t give a damn about the markets; inflation or the nation’s GDP
I don’t care how fast you can get from nought to sixty
I don’t want to read your recipes for happiness
I don’t care who wins the league or the cup or the gold medal
I don’t want to hear about the top ten anything
I don’t want to hear about your god

I do know that there is a deeper truth than what is presented as fact
I do know that to define yourself by faith, race, career, gender or nationality is to limit your potential
I do know that just as freedoms are taken away by increments so too can the system be incrementally changed; one voice is not necessarily powerless
I do know that I can be proven wrong
I do know that the deeper truth can be harder to swallow than a shallow lie

Rise