Undone

Last stop on the westcoast line.
South of the northern border.
One small corner home tonight.
Everybody they know me there.
Don't get any second glances.
Chances are that they don't care.
Worries come undone like the changes everyday.
Change don't come at once.
There's a wave building before it breaks.
Can't wait for election day.
Where the nasty occupation.
Corporations rule the day.
Working on the pendulum throws.
Farther out to the one side swinging.
Has to sweep back the other way.
The world has come undone.
Another day and who can wait.
Change don't come at once.
It's a wave building before it breaks.
All this hope and nowhere to go.
This is how I used to feel but no more.
The world has come undone.
Like a game that you can play.
Change don't come from one.