Bm D
We are not amused, We are seldom used
falling towards the door, fighting every war
wondering what it's all really for

We are never sure, We self-censor
talk amongst ourselves, citing our bookshelves
wondering about the tolling of those bells

We always wait, We hesitate
think before we speak, stop before we peak
never finding what we seek

We are fusion, We sing as one 
counting down the days, finding other ways
living out our lives come what may

A C#m  G
And the sound goes around like you want it to
And we go around like we always do
F#
killing time on the side
F
like a carnival ride
E
you're a burial mound, stuck to the ground
all I have found, we're safer than sound

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Bm Em (x3)
On ashes and dust, our chassis rust, We are told to trust

A7  A/Bb Bm
one more time
# copyright Joe Johnston