Can't Measure Peace of Mind

By David MacDonald © 2000

i know what its like with a ticket to hell
when everybody's saying "you're doing real well"
i was making money, i was making a name
i couldn't understand why i was going insane
i was taking, talking, talking
talking to myself, i wasn't talking to you
i was walking, walking, walking
walking with the world and i was singing the blues

they can't measure my peace of mind
they can keep up with jones's
and tell me i'm behind
but this world can't measure
my peace of mind

pushing and pushing with all my might
couldn't understand why i was always in a fight
i made the same mistakes over and over
looking in the desert for a four-leaf clover
i was taking, talking, talking
talking with a crowd that wanted nothing of you
you were knocking, knocking, knocking
and when i opened up you showed me
what you could do

it was the god of money, the god of fame
the god of everything against
your Holy Name
the millennium idol, the god of greed
the god of everything around us that we do not need
it was the god of success, god of excess,
the god of sex
wonder why we're in a mess

you were talking, talking, talking
talking 'bout a freedom that i could not refuse
now i'm walking, walking, walking
on water and i don't need their cement shoes

Lead & background vocals, guitars, keyboards,
programming& production by David MacDonald
Additional vocals by Diane Boivert & Beverly Olivestri