The Place That Makes Sense

This place makes sense,
Behind this door.
It makes me never want to leave
Anymore.

Sometimes I feel
That we're the only ones in plain
Sight that aren't entirely crazy,
And instead are rather sane.

The world, it seems, likes to try
To nickel and dime you every day
But why do that when you can treat your customer right
And give them a product for which they'd gladly pay?

You and I are riding on the back
Of a very large dinosaur,
And it feels that we're the only ones who realize
That from riding on it too long, our bottoms are getting soar.

So, let's get off at this stop,
The place looks cozy enough.
Let's call it home and make it ours (a kingdom of sane folk).
And when the dinosaur swings by again, let's just stay off.