The Early Days of a Better Nation

I fall asleep with the TV on<br>Wake with an ache, it`s another week gone<br>Consider how my light is spent<br>And where it was that the real thing went<br>I asked a wise man for advice<br>I told him once and I told him twice;<br>My life is one long damage limitation<br>He smacked me hard around the head<br>He handed me a card that read:<br>Work like you were<br><i>Living in the early days of a better nation<br>Living in the early days of a better nation</i><br>Play that tune again!I cried<br>It`s dead and gone, that band replied<br>But as they slowly tried it through<br>The hands remembered what they had to do<br>Give it poke and give it licks<br>The name of the tune is Laying The Bricks<br>Let music be the people`s sure foundation<br>I stood outside the Albert Hall<br>And wept, and wrote upon the wall: <br>Work like you were<br><i>Living in the early days of a better nation<br>Living in the early days of a better nation</i><br>We take the water to the tree<br>She says, Now do the same for me<br>It takes your sweat as well as art<br>To dig a channel for the human heart<br>There is no garden of delight<br>Unless you weed it day or night<br>Don`t leave your life a lifelong long vacation<br>I hear her whisper when we meet<br>And when I crawl between the sheets, she says<br>Work like you were<br><i>Living in the early days of a better nation<br>Living in the early days of a better nation<br><br>repeat until fade</i>