Out Of Ancient Forests

There's A Grey-Haired Man On The TV
"We're All Sinners" He Screams At Me
Some Say He's Old And Frail And Wise
I Don't Agree, To My Surprise
I Don't Want To Live On Any Plan
I'll Just Get By Howe'er I Can
I May Be Young, Strong And Unwise
But I Won't Wear Some Sad Disguise

A Lady Speaks From The Podium
Fanatically Denouncing The Young
She'll Charge We're All Just Drunk And Stoned
And Having Sex When No One's Home
Instead Of Reaching Enlightenment
She'd Rather See Me Serve Five To Ten
And She Would Go And Launch A Coup
Before See Me Find Something That's True

I Don't Want The Old To Step Aside
But Must They Control Instead Of Guide?
They Have Knowledge Where I Have None
But What Comes About When They Are Gone?
Leaving Lost Tribes To Wander 'Round
Dying Upon This Unknown Ground
In Ancient Forests They Knew Well
But The Ranks Of Our Deceased Now Swell

A Spry Young Chap On The Sidewalk
Looking Around And Taking Stock
Admiring Everything He Owns
His Cars, His Watch, His Phones
Pushing Seniors As He Walks By
Efficiency In Every Stride
This Is Who Is To Inherit Our Livelihood
Get Your Last Look At The Common Good

This Is Not A Question Of Age
Every Generation Has Its Sage
But When A Leader Does Emerge
How Do Their Interests Converge?
We Keep Our Friends Out Of Harm's Way
But The Masses Are There Today
We're Crushed By Markets, Cash And Trade
And The Elite Sees No Need To Change

I Don't Want To Old To Step Aside
But Must They Control Instead Of Guide?
There Is So Much We Need To Learn
We Must Each Flourish With Our Turn
Guiding Our Ranks Towards The Light
Abandoning The Need To Fight
Out Of Ancient Forests We Must Trek
This Rests With The Leader We Select

This Is Our Last Chance
This Is Our Shot At Redemption
And It All Rests
On One Set Of Shoulders
This Is Such A Journey
This Is Such A Journey
This Must Be Our Mark
On History