Styx

Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
Im tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you
Im sure that I could make you see
cause time has a way
Of bringing even mountains down, down, down
Storm clouds are coming
I suggest you head for higher ground
I say youre a thing of the past
And you aint gonna last
No matter what you say or do
Its all caught up to you
Youre duty-free, youre tax-exempt
You party with the president
And you dance the dance so naturally
Why not believe youre heaven-sent
But time has a way of bringing
Even mountains down, down, down
Theres a storm cloud a-comin
I insist you head for higher ground
You talk talk and you get so intense
That you almost make sense
And thats what scares me the most
You as the host of celebrity lies
Its prime time, baby
Cant you see in my eyes, its a
Cold war-runnin in the streets
Everybody you meet knows
Its going down, dont you know
Cold war-blowing in the air
Everyone everywhere says its time