Roger McGuinn - It's Alright Ma

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even in the silver spoon
A handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece - a hollow horn
Plays wasted words - proof to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying

Temptation page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more
Person crying

So don't fear when you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wisemen and the fools
I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destiny
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be nothing more than something
They invest in