all has its place

 

i want to say that some do get it right
so much requires a clear and open view
we have so little time before the night

a world could open up into our sight
still we would think such matters all askew
i want to say that some do get it right

these are the days when all seem in one plight
dust eats up all the benefit of dew
we have so little time before the night

a word or two might some old pain requite
but that's a kindness i can give to few
i want to say that some do get it right

you want to blame it all on pain and spite
or on a sin that took an age to brew
we have so little time before the night

i ask your grace just to turn on the light
i have not told you all the things i knew
i want to say that some do get it right
we have so little time before the night

on the path

 

if there's a chance we ought to take that road
so much rides on the hope that comes with day
yet when night falls we do not lose our way

there is no certainty of calm abode
we know how easily you'll go astray
if there's a chance we ought to take that road

your last desire was that we break the code
and find just what the children need to play
those games that put things in proper array
if there's a chance we ought to take that road

oblivious

 

you pass the secret entrance every week
this is no mystery in open air
not knowing what it is you do not seek

such matters do not seem to us unique
with little need and so much time to spare
you pass the secret entrance every week

we know you almost always have to freak
so many reasons you would have to swear
not knowing what it is you do not seek

at times like these there's good cause for critique
we are caught up by princedoms of pure fear
you pass the secret entrance every week

you aren't allowed to envy the most chic
it's almost too much for the wise to bear
not know what it is you do not seek

so duty tells us when we have to speak
and does not give us signs of what is fair
you pass the secret entrance every week
not knowing what it is you do not seek