Swatting at Flies

We’re all too busy to really rise
We’re just too busy swatting at flies

The man he tells us so many lies
We’re much too busy to open our eyes
The old man whispered before he died
I never went too far in life,
I was too busy swatting flies

Bills come in and bills go out
Like a new kind of breathing that steals your life
Meant to distract us and make us blind
There’s a much bigger picture, but we don’t mind

There are thieves in the hen house
and they want your back turned
They want you to spend all your time swatting flies
They come from the front, from the back,
They come straight on, between the eyes

Bills, to do lists, things to get fixed
Forms to fill out, wrists to slit
Checks to send, clothes to mend
No time left to talk to a friend
All your time is already spent

Swatting at flies
Swatting at flies

You make the bed
It comes undone
You’re never finished
The game can’t be won
But every day it goes on and on
And there you are

Swatting at flies
Swatting at flies