THE FURIOUS PACE OF LIFE (1980) 

She walks with her eyes fixed on the ground
Never seeing the eyes of the strangers all around
Ever fearing the maddening beat of the following footstep sounds
In the furious pace of life
A curious face of life
The injurious pace of life I feel as I grow older

He drives with his hands clenched white on the wheel
To the grinding inside and behind and beneath the wheels
And the roads that he travels are built over farmers’ fields
In the furious pace of life
A curious face of life
The injurious race of this life I feel as I get older

We climb high above near the canyon walls
Threads of stream braid a rope of a river that frays into falls
To tie in a noose at the power dam’s towering walls.
In the furious pace of life
A curious face of life
The injurious race of this life I fear as I get older