Refinery Row When your time becomes money it has no other value the money you make becomes time you cant use you are motionless dead weight and the life you have wasted is the only one given and its wasted on you You like smoke stacks and diesel you like Hollywood pictures you like fake tans and football and cable tv And its what you aspire to that will always define you and its what you will turn out to be We could give up ourselves to the beauty around us see if its true that the best things are free and have been here for ages, ah but waiting attention and someone to choose them over pittance and greed So you and me dont have to live in a house on Refinery Row We could walk off our jobs and go live in a dumpster wake up with the birds and find food in the garbage and drink wine on a park bench and be dirty and honest If thats the worst that can happen then it sounds good to me Shouldnt everyday living be some kind of wonder with your favourite sounds and your favourite things like the smell of the soil after sky-water soaks it to be full of that current and to fly in your dreams So you and me dont have to live in a house on Refinery Row...