Refinery Row      When your time becomes money it has no other value   the money you make becomes time you can’t use   you are motionless dead weight and the life you have wasted   is the only one given and it’s wasted on you      You like smoke stacks and diesel   you like Hollywood pictures   you like fake tans and football and cable tv   And it’s what you aspire to that will always define you   and it’s what you will turn out to be      We could give up ourselves to the beauty around us   see if it’s 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 don’t 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 that’s the worst that can happen then it sounds good to me      Shouldn’t 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 don’t have to live in a house on Refinery Row...