When in the course of human events
People got scratches, people got dents,
When in the course of human affairs
People got problems, people got cares…
When in the course of space and of time
Please understand that things turn on a dime
Please understand that there just isn’t time
When Things are all turning and burning away
When Colors are fading to sick shades of gray,
When babies are marching in uniforms bright
While slowly the daytime is turning to night…
Please understand that things turn on a dime
There just isn’t interest and there just isn’t time.
I was young and I was old
I was warm and then was cold
I was once and I was not
I guess I found what it was I sought
I’m just not sure what it was I caught.
I left behind what I should have brought.
And now in the course of things and of stuff
And energy patterns both tender and tough
I’m looking at you boy and seeing myself
I’m wondering why and I wonder why else
And now in the course of human events
My people got scratches
My people got dents
My people ain’t happy in fading away
But Hell after all that is just the Way
And way past our bedtime and way past the mall
You had it, you dropped it, the earth as a ball
And just like an eggshell, just like a bubble
Everyone runs at the first sight of trouble
Everyone runs and it’s sad in a way
Everyone ran but they all should have stayed.