Lyrics

Methuselah, you're a ruby wooded gnome
Methuselah, you're made of dirty solid bone
I drove down on the strangest day
To mee the man I never knew
Gonna thank him for the sound of man
And the revolution blues

Methuselah, you've got a hieroglyphic tan
Methuselah, you've got no other place to stand
Dust bowls in your cranium
From a uranium blast
Top heavy from the plaster rain
In the barren gravel sand
You sent a letter to the editor
With a pressure off the scale
Parked my car upside the road
To watch the mailbox explode

Black beams in a batch of trees
You see them bouncin' off a stream
You're driftin' 'round like a highway killer
Through the bad make believe

Methuselah, you're gonna save us in the end
Millennium hearts to win in a steel land of sin
So break your pace with a plastic face
Stuck on a Titan missile can
And take a ride on the turning tide
From which you're bound to collide

"Methuselah" from the album Paul Wyld I. Music & Lyrics written by Paul Wyld © Paul Wyld Music 2025. All rights reserved.