From the recording An Ordinary Urge (1984) and It's The Renaissance (1983)
Lyrics
Pale blue skies over your back yard
Soft candle light at your evening meal
Everything seems just right
Someone here to hold you tight
One thousand dreams
Turn into routine
What's that you'r folks say
About the debts that we owe
Everything seems so far away
When you've got the rent to pay
The Mamma and the Pappa
He feels something here from the war
Nothing too logic
Well it's not the place, it's not the place
Stop thinking clearly
The possibilities are endless
Everything shifting to the right
Both sides in black and white
The Mamma and the Pappa
He feels something here from the wa
That's some confusion
In the land of the free
Somethings are right and somethings are necessary
Everything shifting to the right
Both sides in black and white
The Mamma and the Pappa
He feels something here from the war