Jack White

And there was a time
when all I wanted
was my ice-cream colder
and a little cream soda

And a wooden box
and an alley full of rocks
was all I had to care about

But now my mind is filled with rubber tires
and forest fires
and wether I'm a liar
and lots of other situations
where I don't know what to do
at which time God screams to me:
"THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO TELL YOU."