Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson A to b -- Different degrees... So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal Beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble To separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to A lot of useless talk Shapes and forms Against the norms -- Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions Is a mass production scheme So much poison in power The principles get left out So much mind on the matter The spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration Overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean A diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious -- And some are merely spaced Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension With our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines -- Of grand designs...
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson A to b -- Different degrees... So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal Beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble To separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to A lot of useless talk Shapes and forms Against the norms -- Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions Is a mass production scheme So much poison in power The principles get left out So much mind on the matter The spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration Overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean A diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious -- And some are merely spaced Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension With our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines -- Of grand designs...
