Don’t You Think It’s Time  (Music - Mike Iannicello, Lyrics - Ed McGee)

We cleared the fields,
Swept the remnants from our past into bags,
And threw them in a pile.
You lit a match
And then we watched ‘em all burn
And we were healed.
You threw the last of ash in the wind,
We spread the seeds around
And then the rain came down,
Now it’s got to be our turn. 

(time for the help for the ones who help themselves)
     Don’t you think it’s time that we fight
     For this thing that we want?
(time for the joy, do you really need anything else)
     Don’t you think it’s time that we reach
     For this thing that we deserve?
(time for us to say what time hasn’t bothered to tell)
     Don’t you think it’s time we become 
     The one under any jinx to lift the spell?
(time for the one under any jinx to lift the spell) 

And so we run.
You’ll hear us coming by the sound of our joy,
But it won’t be long
Until we’re moving on
Because we’re picking up speed
And what’s to come?
So much nicer not to know what’s next,
Some secret destiny,
A sweet mystery,
Like the future’s been freed. 

I can only speak for myself,
But let me tell you, friends,
You better stick around
Because you’re gonna wanna see the end.
Some things only happen to you once.
Ask any surfer why,
After you wait all day,
You’d never let the perfect wave pass by. 

[Chorus] 

Do you feel the pulse?
Feel the pounding of the ceremony drum?
Like the wind before it rains,
You feel it first
And lift your hands up to the sky.
This is the end
And beginning all wrapped up into one,
This is the quickening,
The end of questioning
Because this is all the reasons why.