The Age Of Steam

by Bob Malone   Well, the age of steam is just a dreamAnd I guess I’ll never be the pilot of the Mississippi QueenIt ain’t such an unusual fateTo find out you were born too lateAnd its pointless to pine for a simpler time‘Cause if I were back there, I’d just miss everything I left behindThis ungracious age is all I’ve ever knownThe only time I can truly call my own But the whole wide world is moving way too fastAnd lord knows I ain’t no exceptionAnd it amazes me that we all can run so quicklyAnd still be running in the wrong direction… Liars and fools shout at me on the radio and TVSince when did substance become a liability?The sad decline of the damned human raceSeems to be what’s passing for diversion these days And all that pointless sound and fury, it don’t satisfy meIts just confirmation that the situation is as hopeless as I fearAnd there may never be a dull moment, but if you ask meWe sure could use a dull moment ‘round here… One of these years, I’m gonna disappearJust me and m