Baby Blue Marble by Old Fart with a Guitar

Baby Blue Marble Old Fart with a Guitar You ask me why in the world do many little things matter to me?Why in the world can’t I ever let anything slide?You say i’m piling up mountains of sand i’ve collected from mole hillsWhy in the world can’t I just go along for the ride?Well, it’s the why in the world that twists in my mind like a mysteryWhen I see bandits and bullies and arrogant villains prevailTrying to jam all they can through the eye of a needleBacking up traffic for miles on the heavenly trailAll the toys of the pharaohsAre in a museumOut in plain sightFor the whole world to see emGamblers and griftersAnd wannabe godsSoon figure out that they can’t beat the oddspampered or pooryou get only one tourRiding this baby blue marbleOn a journey around a less than significant starYou tell me Jesus is coming, well buddy you’d better get busyI don’t think fluffing up pillows or hanging his picture will doCause when he sees all the things you’ve done to the least of his brothersHe might be inclined to kick over a table or twoEvery breath drawnFrom the first to the lastEach life to comeAnd each one that’s pastflower and seedsChildren and mamasDinosaurs, dolphins, leopards and llamashighbrow and humbleall rolling and tumblingRiding this baby blue marbleOn a journey around a less than significant starMore from Old Fart with a Guitar ↓@old_fart_with_a_guitar on InstagramListen to his music here: Old Fart with a Guitar