Seven O'clock (Live in Chicago, 9/7/2023)

Oh, seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar

Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born

And summer called on winter, saying all encouraging words

And I was truly grateful mutant messages were heard

Moved on from my despondency, and left it in the bed

Do I leave it there, still sleeping, or maybe kill it better yet?

For this is no time for depression or self-indulgent hesitance

This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck

Ooh, freedom is as freedom does, and freedom is a verb

They giveth and they taketh and they fight to keep that what you've earned

They saw the destination, got so close before it turned

Swim sideways from the undertow and do not be deterred

Floodlight dreams go drifting past

Fading lines, those that we had

Distant loves floating above

Close these eyes, they've seen enough

Caught the butterfly, broke its wings, and put it on display

Got stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away

Ah, still alive like a passerby overdosed on gamma rays

Another God's creation, destined to be thrown away

Ooh, Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse, they forged the north and west

Then we had Sitting Bullshit as our fucked-up president

Oh, yeah, talking to his mirror, what's it say, what's it say back?

A tragedy of errors, who'll be last to have a laugh?

His best days gone, hard to admit

Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit

Luminous thoughts were once all he had

Ah, fading lights lost eloquence

There's still a fire in the engine room

Knows relief will be coming soon

(Oh-oh, oh-oh-ah)

What's to be done? Carve a path for rivers reign

Much to be done, oceans rising with the waves

Oh, held by these thoughts, they refuse to slip away

Oh, hangman in dreamland, about to call your name

Hey, yeah

Hey, oh, oh-oh

Hey, out of, eh-ah-ah-ah

Much to be done, much to be

Much to be done, much to be, eh

Much to be done, much to be, yeah

Much to be done