(John Kay)
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Work and worry's all she's known
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Lived by the golden rule since the day she was born
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Through all these troubled years
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She raised her family, there was no time for tears
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She's done her best, the kids are grown
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She prayed each day for a life of her own
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Last night she disappeared
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She's joined another tribe, the heretics and privateers
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He's walked this treadmill since '64
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Now he shows a little gray and they show him the door
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God bless the company
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For two weeks severance pay and all that sympathy
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All he believed and all he learned
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What made him proud and what he thought he had earned
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Have now become his fears
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He'll join the other side, the heretics and privateers
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He's twenty one, she's just nineteen
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Ah, but they've learned a lot from what they've seen
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They know that blind obedience to the rules
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Can leave you shattered, licking your wounds
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He holds her close, looks at her face, he says
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"Chasing the carrot is a never ending race
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Success at any price, demands it's sacrifice
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And some part of us will die"
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She say's "One size does not fit all
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And stepping on others won't make us stand tall
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Let's find the last frontier
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And live another way, like heretics and privateers
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Let's make our own frontier
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And raise our children there, like heretics and privateers."
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Heretics & Privateers
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| John Kay |
