Garbage Turns To Gold

Children, rummage through the decades
Play telephone with half-truths
Stretched and rolled
And clutching to the shreds of
Laverne and Shirley costumes
That is how my garbage turns to gold

Centuries, in whispered trivia questions
Become the greatest story never told
We couldn't even kill time
Just scarred its face forever
And that is how my garbage turns to gold

When history, turns to nostalgia
It is barely detectable
My memory, warped in a fun house mirror
Now it's collectible

We pay to look at pictures
Of actors dressed in wheelchairs
They're fighting cause they're oh so principled
It touches something in us
We leave it in the theater
And that is how my garbage turns to gold

There goes your past
It isn't catching up
It's gone way ahead of you
Your children wave
But they are greeting your reflection
Instead of you

We offer no excuses
For how we crippled nature
It seemed just one more item to be sold
But we can trust the future
To make this look like heaven
And that is how my garbage turns to gold
But I can't spend it - it turns to gold
Yes in the end, it turns to gold