The capitalist in me isn't dead
Just on a long drawn out vacation
I heard him say he'd come back
When he likes the product better

Couldn't tell you where he went
Didn't say where he was goin'
But if you happen to cross paths
Tell him he's not missed much

Standin' beside an empty road
Just tryin' to gather up my head
Occasionally folks zoom on by
Maybe someday I'll hop back on

Surrounded by such golden fields
But my dreams here you won't find
Yet, how she sways with the wind
Eternally tempting internally to stay

Prayin' for a brand new addiction
To provide another place to hide
Never one to search for sorrows
But it sure beats feeling nothin'

The capitalist in me isn't dead
Just on a long drawn out vacation
I heard him say he'd come back
When he likes the product better

Best not to think this fuckin' loud
Or the thought police might hear
I'm sure they would do somethin'
To bring him back a little faster

- 12/14/07

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