As one leaves another steps into the office,leaving trails of orange brick roads,
One that isn’t guaranteed to lead us home,
Black long jackets,dark gloves and quivering voice,
The people didn’t have much of a choice.
And as a day ends a new one begins,and the room goes quiet and everyone is asleep,
We’re anxious to know what ideas the new leader brings.
We want an overnight change
But it wont come so,
We must work from the ground and get to the top.
Forget colors,come together,
Pray more than ever,cover your family and kids,
For we have never seen such a year as this.