History repeats itself In the patterns in the stone We close our eyes, and fumbling, We listen, or we don't The anchorman is babbling The weatherman's a liar The sports report's a waste of time For the bored and the tired And the past is all we talk about Cuz it's all we've ever known I won't go back to the simple life In the comfort of the womb I'm finding a new road home If I'm late for my own funeral Don't let me hold you up Just tell them I've got other plans I've got work to do I won't go back to the simple life The past is gone I won't go back to the simple life I'm moving on