A sorta folky speech song about the state of affairs in 2019. Now it seems even more in tune with today's state of things. 
Nice and mellow. Like floating down a stream in a dream but the dream is unattainable because normalcy has fundamentally changed.

Lyrics:
Think we’re pretty anti-establishment but 
half of everyone loves the worst kind of person
Half of everyone’s the opposite of you
Now, we’re the establishment, think we’re contrarian

We’re all dealing with a dark magic realism,
dystopian tragedies, thrice-a day maladies
We’re all hoping for a return to normalcy,
ignorable headlines and a little more time

Everyone knows they’re their own perfect candidate
There’s a hopeful utopia if people’d just listen
Satellite connection, potential for happiness,
hope for the loneliest, meet half of everyone

We’re all dealing with some kind of weariness,
all kinds of stimuli, some degree of nervousness
We’re all hoping for a flatlining constancy,
not too much catastrophe, a mundane kind of life
A mundane kind of life

Dream mundane dreams
Dream mundanity

We’re all dealing with stark raving dualisms,
spectrums and absolutes, six senses of urgency
We’re all hoping for the privilege of sanity,
pure escapist fantasies, untopian reality

We’re all dealing with all sorts of quietus,
sore glutei maximi, a shameless love of pompatus
We’re all hoping for the end of eternity,
a limit to infinity, a mundane kind of life

Rick Streed