Now it sees that night is day My uneasy focus has slipped away Drunk from the poison cup Brings sheer relief to me Head full of the news Twenty-first century 

Bring along your old banjo I want to hear you play Gonna play an old sad song To blow away the day One that trips off the tongue I wanna hear what you say Everybody sing along Now everybody pray 

Because the fast time that we had It wasn't what we wanted 

Changing weather blows away But the slaughter and the showbiz These are here to stay