Ready To Move On Rodney Crowell

[Verse 1]
I'm tired to the bone
And I wanna be left alone
Let my memberships expire
Read Don Quixote by the fire
Now there's a man apart, indeed
Perched upon his stalwart steed
Fighting windmills with a stick
And his friends all think he's sick

[Verse 2]
You know there'll come a day when none of this will matter
It will all be so much mindless chatter
And we won't look at each other and scoff
The day we turn the TV off

[Verse 3]
No right, no wrong, no weak, no strong
No black, no white, no dark, no light
No in, no out, no faith, no doubt
No red, no green, no fat, no lean
No hope, no fear, no week, no yеar
No rich, no poor, no less, no more
No round, no flat, no this, nor that
No war, no hate, no church, and no statе
No prejudice, no edifice, no evidence, just common sense
No character fault, no pillar of salt
No point of attack, no knife in your back