We’re just a product of these times
Past packing day and it’s okay
You gotta have a love like a fire
Past packing day and it’s okay
On which you drift away from me
Your vision’s just the road
On which you drive away from me
Past packing day and it’s okay
Your breath is just the air
This one's coming down to the wire
You gotta have the lungs of a whale
We’re just a product of these times
Past packing day and it’s okay
And must not atone for lives of crime
Hey, don’t you look, don’t look, don’t see, no
Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire
Hey don’t you sigh, don’t sigh, don’t breathe, no
You gotta have the heart of a lion
On which you float away from me
And must not atone for lives of crime
