All That Time Allows

I watched it on the TV
I learned to cry again today
And the newsman said that someone
Took their life away

And they judge and rate it, evaluate it
'Til there's nothin' else to say
What can I say now?
All that words allow

Dirty little politics as usual
Pullin' the wool over people's eyes
'Til the enemy is everybody
Who doesn't hold to your view of life

We know change happens way too slowly
Like it's stuck or even died
We all get stuck somewhere
Does it mean I don't care?

Ah, the miracle, the madness
The temperature of the game
Times of happiness, unfairness
Praise all the finger-raisin' blame

There's the inescapable sadness
That brings us down to lift us up again
What can I do now?
All that love allows, all that love allows

Mama, Mama, won't believe what I heard
Auntie called her in a break of the game
She said Jesus spoke to her 'bout the dinin' room table
She said he heard depressed that you asked in his name

Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama
Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama
She said Jesus spoke to her about the dinin' room table
He said "Why do you worry so? Don't you worry no more"

Dreamed I wakened my sense of appreciation
In this age of risin' rage
Locked in a cage of self-gratification
And what passes for the truth today is mostly misinformation

You take care tonight
Oh, come share your light

Ah, there's the miracle, the madness
Temperature of the game
Times of happiness or unfairness
Praise all the middle finger raised in blame

There's the inescapable sadness
That brings us down to lift us up again
What can I do now?
All that time allows, all that time allows

What can I do now?
All that time allows

What can I do now?
All that time allows

And I watched it on the TV
I learned to cry again today



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Writer(s): P. F. Sloan
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