This Is Our Time (From, Moderate Tempers)

This is our time Into each everything Now's today's prime Life's a real thing Going to get along On every cornered street Something’s going wrong With its rigged offbeat This might go sleazy Turning upside down Someone to speakeasy In this crowded town Forward motions turning Rising above ground Today is not learning To build on what it found Temperatures and heartbeats The feelings really are Copestones and concrete Slumming houses abattoir Everybody is to go Into their own emptiness Nobody does reslly know Partings are less and less