We paved the garden for a parking lot sale

Put a price tag on the Sunday choir

Grandma’s recipes in plastic on a clearance rail

History boxed up by the fire

Kids learn numbers long before they learn names

Quarterly reports instead of lullabies

Teacher counting test scores

Cutting arts again

Paint-stained aprons

Final goodbyes

When the bottom line is the bottom of the world

We sell our stories for a dividend swirl

Every old song turned to background noise

End of a culture

(Chasing coins)

End of a culture

(Chasing coins)

Library turned into a premium gym

Losers pretend they are born to win

The local paper just a pop-up ad

Truth outsourced to whoever pays in advance

Granddad’s union jacket on an auction page

Signed by strangers

Shipped overnight

We trade our courage for a click and a raise

Scroll through the ruins by the blue phone light

Is this all we are?

Margins and charts?

What’s the value of a hand on your shoulder?

Of a language lost

A promise kept

What’s the profit on getting older?

Track from the album "Smoke And Mirrors"