21st Century from West Land by Shane Cooley

My heart isn't broken, it's frozen
In a century where I don't belong
Where spirited men are broken in
To a world that looks safe, but it's not

I've got battle scars on my skin
But not as many as I may deserve
I attempt to defend the spirit within
But I don't have the guts to really get hurt

And they say you could've done that in '68
But I'm forty-two years too late
And all of the painters that drank their own paint
To me they're patron saints
But I can't afford that fate
In the 21st Century

A victim of changing times
Missing letters in the neon signs
Every town that I pass is dead
Yes it's dead, not dying

And I wish that I could get stoned
'Til my eyes catch on fire
But every cop in the land says you can't get away anymore
And you'd better just go home

But they say you could've done that in '68
And I'm forty-two years too late
And all the poets who spat in society's face
To me they're patron saints
But I can't afford that fate
In the 21st Century

You say that you'll give me space
'Cause I don't have the time
For the white picket fences and things you deserve
But I cannot give

I've got battle scars on my skin
And you have been added to them
Oh, I wasn't quick in telling you
That I love you

And maybe we can negotiate
But I'm guessing that I'm to late
So I think that I'll go out to town tonight
And stay 'til I make myself break
Pull the reins on my fate
We still make mistakes in the 21st Century

We still make mistakes in the 21st Century

• 21st Century Shane Cooley
• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk