Stupid Schemes

Old songs and whale horns
I'm yearning
Wonder, oh wonder
Oh, where she'll be turning
Oh, should I be turning?
Well now, I'm not afraid to say
That it's easier now in every way
Oh, and I'm yearning
Oh, I'm turning
Be careful of their stupid schemes
Be careful of their liberties
You can guarantee they'll cross the I's and dot the T's
Oh never let 'em fill your mind
Oh
Be wary of their evidence
Be weary of their silhouettes
Oh
Heavy chips upon their shoulder sets
And they pretend their responsibilities
Oh, and I'm returning
Old songs, just waveform
Catching hard drive dust
Well now, I'm not afraid to say
It's getting easier now, everyday
Oh, I guess I'm learning
Oh, a returning
Oh
Be careful of their stupid schemes
Oh, be careful of their liberties
I can guarantee they'll cross their I's and dot their T's
So never let 'em steal your mind
Oh
Be wary of their evidence
Be weary of their silhouettes
Oh
And all the books they recommend you read
May you never go stealing them all