It’s Time

The prisoner is love, even though it’s the

Closest thing to Heaven that I’ve ever seen.

It’s like a woman in chains, drowning in monsoon rains,

Dealing with all of life’s pains.  Oh, Lord.

And, given pale shelter instead of that kiss of dopamine.

 We’re fish out of water, Mr. Pessimist.

But, not for long.  I insist.

 It’s time to shout, let it all out,

And sow the seeds of love, not doubt.

It’s time to shout, turn up that pout, mmm hmmm, uh huh.

So suffer the children in this mad, mad world

That we should be head over heels in love with change.

It’s time to break it down again, make it sound again,

And end the hurting.  Oh, Lord.

Let our inner mothers talk and wisely rearrange.

Fill the sky with love. 

No more sleepy dreaming.

We’ve got the whole wide world in our hands,

So let’s engage in our redeeming.

(So let’s engage in our redeeming.)

Listen, everybody loves a happy ending.

So, let’s stop all this pretending and

Kill with kindness to hasten a mending.

Let’s get those fish back into water,

And crank up that love even hotter.

  Everybody rules their own world.

“Fletch” Fletcher – Drums

Ivan Gates – Bass

Vince Gates – Guitars

Jeff Laakso – Keyboards & Saxophone

Brad McClellan – Lead Vocals & Keyboards

Georgia Mowers – Female Vocals