Just a little whimsy from my past, for a cold fall day. Keyboard accompaniment (in 5/4, yet) optional .....

I'm standing on the spot
Where my ancestors came
From their apartments
And they rose up from
The parking lot

What a chance you took
What a thing to do
Did you bring me here
To look like you?

We know these things about them
They used the tools at hand
And walked upright to their sedans
They traded silver for a piece of ground
And held their heads up high
Except when someone stronger was around

If I find myself
With nothing else to do
Will I bring somebody here
To look like you?

They built us a castle
We took it apart
And took off with
A running start
We raced across the floor
Climbing up the ladder
Faster than they ever climbed before

You never told me
But now I see
That you brought me here
To look like me.

It's time to rise
To rise and shine
It's time to rise
To rise and shine
It's time to rise up from
The parking lot
It's time to rise up from
The parking lot
It's time to rise up from
The parking lot
It's time to rise up from
The parking lot

Lyrics (and music) copyright 1982, copyleft 2003, by JKS.