a number that we know to be untrue
governs the means by which we oversee
all that may happen under sky and tree
visions of other choices may ensue
if we can reach a point where we agree
a number that we know to be untrue
not knowing just when all the bills come due
we have to make our way through the debris
lacking certificates of guarantee
a number that we know to be untrue
behind the hill the sun has breached the sky
time does not halt for any old desire
there's more to see than fits into the eye
nothing prevents the one who has to try
nor are there barriers if you aspire
behind the hill the sun has breached the sky
none hears the sufferers when they must cry
but fall to silence when appears the choir
there's more to see than fits into the eye
there's no time to complain nor to decry
the causes of such swiftly rising ire
behind the hill the sun has breached the sky
nothing we see was made to ease us by
together all the forces must conspire
there's more to see than fits into the eye
against the law we tell the ugly lie
there's none but has to go into the fire
behind the hill the sun has breached the sky
there's more to see than fits into the eye
we watch the crowds gather in each main square
the same fierce speeches the same loud applause
it doesn't matter what the score or cause
people demand the world be made more fair
public rejection of shock and despair
combines with calls for honest rule and laws
a better government with fewer flaws
against the current all will speak and dare
the planet's small no corner's very far
from camera and from the microphone
we live in awe of these swift-changing days
no frontier no artificial bar
keeps us away from any cry or moan
we all are actors in these urgent plays
from no small action can we avert gaze
from burning man or from exploding car
we get to hear each horrid sign and groan
each day some terror makes every nerve jar
in teeming millions we are quite alone
knowing new powers lurk within the haze
from all sides we're most urgently apprised
the revolution has been televised
an hour or two of rest and then to mark
not time but action with a searching eye
we know that in short order comes the dark
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
hours come and go and we are made quite sure
that all must heed the moments passing by
not one who's certain what they must endure
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
romance and treachery become the signs
that indicate the bounds of truth and lie
the tree of life chokes underneath the vines
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
a touch of breeze moving the topmost leaves
enclosed in silence we hear no birds cry
the one who claims to know truly deceives
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
the signs of order are not always clear
whoever claims to answer we'll deny
peace has its place in the autumnal air
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
words not yet spoken someone may repeat
just as the springs of wisdom may run dry
no stars appear as guides to honest feet
white clouds make bluer the encircling sky
leaves begin tinting
green still dominates the eye
earth keeps on turning
there is no backward motion
time must eat its children raw
beyond the shades another game's in play
not one for moral questions or for sense
eternal returning of the same day
choose now you fool either you go or stay
no chance or choice of sitting on the fence
beyond the shades another game's in play
anxious to westward for last solar ray
a shining cloud is neither warm nor dense
eternal returning of the same day
allow a speech and you deny the way
to those for whom the meaning's always tense
beyond the shades another game's in play
nothing's immortal all must soon decay
to hurry forward is to hurry hence
eternal returning of the same day
tempers and ropes are made to thin and fray
against the coming storm there's no defence
beyond the shades another game's in play
eternal returning of the same day
