From the recording Driven
I came home for lunch on the day we invaded Iraq. I had noticed the smog cloud staining the blue sky above Lake Erie driving home. I turned on the Television and was watching the accounts of the attack. Like many people many people I couldn't force myself to believe that this action wasn't primarily about oil and our desire to perpetuale our lifestyle. I had already read enough to recognize that there were no links to Bin Laden, and that inteligence was marginal about WMDs. I didn't want to write this song.
I am looking out of a room of windows At a blue sky and snow covered ground I have no idea where this all is going But it=s clear something big is going down I try to catch the spirit of the moment and try to get my thoughts down on this page Maybe I can find some re assurance We=re not driven just by greed and fear and hate driven by greed and fear and hate Chorus I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even at the end of the day As a smog cloud drifts out from the city And streaks the clear blue sky with a yellow haze I gaze into to a screen that shows the future and shows a re creation of the past Depending on who will tell the story and I wonder just how long the truth will last I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even what we=re doing this for As the rockets flare across the heavens The beginning of bigger desert storm I would like to stop what we are doing But something keeps pushing us on and on We tremble at the rush of it=s power We=ll go on and on and on and on and on We=ll drive on and on until it=s finally gone Chorus I have no idea where we will be tomorrow or even what we=re doing this for As the rockets they flare across the heavens The beginning of bigger desert storm And I >ve no idea where we=ll be tomorrow or even at the end of the day with all eyes turned east toward heaven A horizon that is choked with a is fouled with a yellow haze Driven just to make this yellow haze We=re Driven