Strange Philosophy

I hear democracy is falling
At least in this part of the world
But sometimes I wonder - would it be for the better
To not let every voice be heard?

We crave spectacular illusions
A one man show put on by a fool in a tie
I like the thunder but I admire the rain
As it's washing away each alibi

Oh this place of rock and water
With only space to support her
Endless trains of thought to explore

I know they say that nothing's what it seems
So maybe I don't need to believe
In this strange philosophy

It's a weird world of greed,
Of stocks and promises, anti-wrinkle creams
But who will care about my number of pounds
When I'm deep down in the ground?

Did the hippies in the sixties
Ever question their existence?
Contemplating what is real?

Or maybe they were able just to be
Maybe they were able just to be free
In their strange philosophy
Strange philosophy

I want a garden filled with strangers
An unfamiliar rose to water each night
I'll run my fingers around their petals
And find the traces through their minds

I'm not big on religion
I believe in new beginnings
And the power of singing

I'll try to keep a softness to my heart
And keep my eyesight sharp
But that's just me
And my strange philosophy