blue white streamers a beacon of light
standing empty, whitewashed tower
where progress and man pass like ships
in the night

	we're watching the right hand
	not watching the left hand
	sonn we'll be watching the world turn
	with no hands at all
	we're really amazing
	this trail we are blazing
	burning the bridge between our rise
	and fall....

weathered old man, tending the flame
lit a big fire for the child in me
salty  dog in a shoreline castle
being replaced by a chip in the sea

	- chorus -

we used to dig! lift! heave!
now we has  turned to it
programs! computes!
but hardly understands.

a wave of progress is rising
and rising
rising over this figure of our
history
washing away  years of tradition
a life and love buried at sea

set adrift among the neon and fast food
countless forms and manpower cues
a castaway on a push button planet
where progress is measured my how
much you lose

	- chorus