Ballast in the Bloodstream

Well it's a road that's tried and tested, accounting for the human convoy.
That takes life's ride and makes the stops at all the cliché kismet points.
It's paramount your conquests include a degree, a job, a wife.
Social progress sold you your dreams of what your money can buy.
Cos progress is one foot in front of the other.
I sang that verse and it sure displeased my mother.
She said "you'll make life's ache lower cos pooled blood drains a little slower"
Well it's a ballast in the bloodstream, but ain't the details with the devil?
A fusion of your bank accounts will surely keep your spirit level.
It's another contract nailed to your back.
You will see once the veil has been lifted that paper is paper, and paper's a sure sign.
You give up trust when you sign on the dotted line.
I've been dreaming of a place called home.
I've been dreaming that your dreaming on your backbone.
Though your dreams are stones, still left unturned.
Careless dreaming will see you leaving alone.
Who cares?
Cos progress is one foot in front of the other.
I sang that verse and it sure displeased my mother.
She said "you'll make life's ache lower cos paired hearts bleed a little slower"