The illusion

When I was a child I asked my dad
Why the papers and the news kept talking about
Bad times with the economy
And good times with the economy
Why everyone was so happy for these good times with the economy

And why everyone was sad when the bad times came along

I wondered where the bad came from
And where all the good had gone

Cause when I was looking out the window
At the trees and the flowers and the sun
They all were like they used to be
They all looked good to me