Yoga Zone

Our youth was spent with faces bent
At right angles to everything
We'd circumvent the sick and malcontent
And choke it with a guitar string

Casio so sweet, there's bottles at our feet
To rattle with the drum machine
And our TV muse, so distracting as she moved
Through a New Age spandex routine

Two lit boys
Making big noise
Watching "Yoga Zone"

By then all of our friends
Were fighting their own bodies
In their own way

Either giving in
To the whims or the follies
Or keeping them at bay

Tape circled round, "Hey, how's this sound?"
Burned the devil down, didn't we?
On the TV set, down-dog silhouette
A star too far, a mystery

Having big fun
Hiding from the sun
Watching "Yoga Zone"

We are all too young
To focus on our breathing
Too numb to hold a pose

All things flow into one
But it leaves with the feeling
That you just missed the yoga zone



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Smith
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