Ideamen - Collectibles lyrics

On a walk with a bite in the air The smell of the leaves and the gra** in our hair And the trees in the forest are orange and barren And on we go Counting through twenty-four hours a day The sun is a million miles away And the moon shows its unflinching faces of gray And on we go We won't Let our sense of wonder Get dried up and plundered And the mystery that fed our souls Be buried in the numerals It's really not work, It's like climbing a hill And the priming of nature to bend at your will Thought it was great till they sent you the bill And on we go Back in the day we would smile and stare At the oceans and earth and the fire and the air Now the screens and the speakers are everywhere And on we go There was dream from long ago Where we would feed all the animals And be sure to eat all our vegetables Before they become collectibles To behold it is beautiful And to embrace it is wonderful Watch as we replace them with tangibles Before we become collectibles Where will we be at the end of the day