From the album 8-Track Player

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Tim Moberly: Guitars, Bass & Backing Vocals
Randy Flones: Drums
Andrew Thies: Lead Vocals
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Lyrics

I'm tired of walking on sterile ground
Nobody's brave enough to make a sound
That could turn anybody's ear

The myth of choice is belied
By the landscape that survives
On our ignorance and fear

My soul is famished and I don't know why
I want the next big thing to fall out of the sky
And rescue me with its energy
My soul is famished and I have to say
I cannot wake up to another day
Where nothing changes and every minute seems an eternity

They cry for novelty again and again
And then reduce what they don't understand
Claim what's theirs, and break it down 'til it's a souvenir

I see what these posers represent
I know just what I am up against
But I'll guard my light as long as I am here

My soul is famished and I don't know why
I want the next big thing to fall out of the sky
And rescue me with its energy
My soul is famished and I have to say
I cannot wake up to another day
Where nothing changes and every minute seems an eternity

I can't hold out for very long
I'm waiting for someone to hear this song
And do what it takes
To rescue me from this insanity

My soul is famished and I don't know why
I want the next big thing to fall out of the sky
And rescue me with its energy
My soul is famished and I have to say
I cannot wake up to another day
Where nothing changes and every minute seems an eternity

(Copyright 1991 Pete Pecoraro, Frank Marzano, Tim Moberly)