Fallacies in the ordinary Try to contradict the contrary But words are words As words are words And a dream is a momentless lesson You learn For time has been distributed well Between heaven and earth, and earth and hell So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan But that sweet milk's gone sour And the honey, the honey has thickened Thus our feet get away with a hop, skip and a jump But our minds are numbed over with a job, hit and a scotch And it all echoes out into worthless sales Just like a daughter of fortune, for fortune can tell Fortune can tell So we all hurry west, to the land of Canaan But that sweet milk's gone sour And the honey, the honey has thickened