Song Info
Originated on May 17, 2005
Composed by Ric Albano (Cygnus Wave Music, ASCAP)
From the compilation album Pieces of the Past by Sinclair Soul
Released on April 7, 2026
Musicians
Ric Albano – piano, bass, synths, vocals
Bret Alexander – acoustic guitar
Ron Simasek – drums, percussion
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Lyrics
You say that the means fortify the ends
But I refuse to crucify any more friends
You claim that the crow tastes alright with white wine
I’ll choose instead to draw my own imaginary lines
When will we ever feel the sun?
When will we ever have some fun?
When will we ever be all but done with our accomplishments?
Fulfilled by mass acknowledgment?
Relieved of our embarrassment? When? When?
You say that the dream solidifies the means
But I reject my assignment to the underground machine
You wave the goal approaching the divine
I choose to reside within my imaginary lines
Why must we congenially drink the rain?
Why must we eventually taste the pain?
Why must we ever be all but hung for our proficiency?
Stung by our own technology?
Loathed for our non-apology? Why? Why?
Where is the road map to the Promised Land?
Where is the soft and sympathetic hand?
Where is the hunger for the justice of our own righteousness?
Promotion of our exultant-ance?
Adoption of our endorsement?
Where? Where? Where? Where? Where?
© 2005-2026 Ric Albano and Cygnus Wave Records
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