The Times (They make no sense)
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CSo I'm packing a six string and a light beer,
trying to get the hell outa here,
I'm looking at you and you're looking at me
and it's all that could make sense to me

weirdos at worst and dreamers at best
we're trying our best to ace this test
it's been a long while and very fine mess
but the times they simply make no sense,
Fno the times they make no sense

so tell me your story and I'll tell you mine,
about a weird guy who turned out just fine,
who picked up a dream and carried a song,
while he should've been studying the whole day long,
his friends went to college, they got a degree,
became brokers, lawyers and doctors to be
but he was a hard-head, wouldn't settle for less
and the times they simply make no sense,
no the times they make no sense.

He sang of the moon, he sang about love,
He sang about life and the stars above
He talked to the people wherever he went,
He heard all their stories and the dreams that they shared
He gathered up knowledge from all over the world,
Put it in a key and then added a chord,
He spread out the knowledge with beauty and grace
and the times they simply make no sense,
no the times they make no sense.

But as he got older, needed to settle down,
He hadn't the means to stand on his grounds,
No money, no job and no college degree,
though he had vastest knowledge that I'd ever see
and so his travels ended before they've begun
and it would have been great and it would have been fun
but we must give up everything in advance
cause the times they simply make no sense,
no the times they make no sense


So this is my story, and now tell me yours
I'll do what I should've done years ago
I'll take all your stories and I'll add them a chord
I'll give them my wings and spread the word
and now you're beside me and now I can see
just how much this world can mean to me
I'll take my guitar and I'll find me a place
where the times they finally will make sense
yes they finally will make sense