Greg Wyard

Lyrics

Hey there, rest of the world
I'm sorry to hear that you lost your imagination
Who can you blame, how can you think
When everywhere you turn there's an overload of information
Take a look at television, video
Comic books, talk shows
Do we even need to think at all

Now they've gone too far
Making the most of the situation
When you've shown it all
There's nothing left to the imagination

You there in your gilded cage
You won't get hurt while someone does your thinking for you
They are the players, you are the stage
They're gonna walk all over you, I'm only trying to warn you

Take a look at television, video
Comic books, talk shows
Do we even need to think at all

Now they've gone too far
Making the most of the situation
When you've shown it all
There's nothing left to the imagination

Every now and then I need to put the world on hold
Leave it out in the cold
Let imagination take control
Till I find that my mind is full of images from
television, video
Comic books, talk shows
Do we even need to think at all

Now they've gone too far
Making the most of the situation
When you've shown it all
There's nothing left to the imagination

Now they've gone too far
Making the most of the situation
When you've shown it all
There's nothing left to the imagination