Distant Early Warning: An “Avoiding the Graveyard” Prelude

An ill stream comes a-flowin’
Across the domains on the web
There’s no swimming in the data barrage
No singing as the hogwash ebbs
Red alert, red alert

It’s so hard to stay on focus
Passing through revolving briefs
We need someone to talk to
And someone to man the reefs
Incomplete, incomplete

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
And keep truth in your sights
Red alert, red alert

Left and rights of passage
Inexperience of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete, absolute

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

Oh

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
The vendors drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you…