the hour will last for twice as long
when we must wait and bide our time
the singer will forget the song
the hour will last for twice as long
we cannot compare right and wrong
but know that all life is a crime
the hour will last for twice as long
when we must wait and bide our time
what we must find is our most ancient joy
the thing that drove our happy younger heart
before the taste of life began to cloy
what we must find is our most ancient joy
i can remember that when i was a boy
i knew that i had more than a small part
what we must find is our most ancient joy
the thing that drove our happy younger heart
not one of us who dreads the fire
but has to brave it in our time
there are no gods upon the pyre
not one of us who dreads the fire
we each restrain our rage and ire
to tell the truth would be a crime
not one of us who dreads the fire
but has to brave it in our time
the world is not the thing we need
a shape of shadow falls upon each face
we know that we should eschew greed
the world is not the thing we need
we know that we must plant the seed
if we are going to claim our place
the world is not the thing we need
a shape of shadow falls upon each face
a broken crown lies on the floor
life continues or so we hope
we know that this is at the core
a broken crown lies on the floor
we cannot ask for an open door
we are supposed simply to cope
a broken crown lies on the floor
life continues or so we hope
we're free to die and starve and lose
and that is all that matters in the end
all life is concentrated in one bruise
we're free to die and starve and lose
we speak with joy of freedom to choose
and wonder why we're gone around the bend
we're free to die and starve and lose
and that is all that matters in the end
the thing we never do is count the cost
that would bring pain and is not fun
on each dark stream we're turned and tossed
the thing we never do is count the cost
we laugh in horror at the things we've lost
and know that every day we have to run
the thing we never do is count the cost
that would bring pain and is not fun
it isn't just a matter of good time
a judgment here is simply bizarre
down the sky's slope the sun must climb
it isn't just a matter of good time
we wonder at the value of a dime
a shilling these days will not take you far
it isn't just a matter of good time
a judgment here is simply bizarre
All that counts, all that is real,
is that we know just where we are;
in grave immensity galaxies wheel,
all that counts, all that is real.
Not one of us can break the seal,
in every single heart there burns a star;
all that counts, all that is real,
is that we know just where we are.
what handy chance we have now bent
all of our hearts are filled with light
to our faint hopes a strength is lent
what handy chance we have now bent
in time we know we'll strike the tent
and creep off silent into night
what handy chance we have now bent
all of our hearts are filled with light
at some late hour we recognise the bird
as waiting for our absence and our crumbs
it tells us this and we think it absurd
at some late hour we recognise the bird
i think and read and that makes me a nerd
at putting things together i'm all thumbs
at some late hour we recognise the bird
as waiting for our absence and our crumbs
we know that facts are subject to dispute
but that can't stop us from asserting ours
we can't help being clever and astute
we know that facts are subject to dispute
allow us all the chance of good repute
and hope for fame beyond the furthest towers
we know that facts are subject to dispute
but that can't stop us from asserting ours
music expands the needy aching mind
we need the silence broken for our peace
something to ease the normal daily grind
music expands the needy aching mind
a magic sound that spirits can unbind
immune we know to whim and to caprice
music expands the needy aching mind
we need the silence broken for our peace
already it's too hot for work or thought
but i can't stop until i've done the job
the road is clear and the line is taut
already it's too hot for work or thought
choices must be made before we're caught
between the laughter and the sorry sob
already it's too hot for work or thought
but i can't stop until i've done the job
you never ask just how the thing is done
there's never reason to get out of line
what we get up to always counts as fun
you never ask just how the thing is done
we ask what happens when in open sun
we see as shoddy what we thought was fine
you never ask just how the thing is done
there's never reason to get out of line
we name the answer when we know the fact
but cannot bear the truth of all we're told
there's always reason for display of tact
we name the answer when we know the fact
we think before we can decide to act
and get our vengeance like our water cold
we name the answer when we know the fact
but cannot bear the truth of all we're told
not one who sees but waits the hour
will reach the mountain in due time
the beasts that in the noontime cower
not one who sees but waits the hour
we long for the refreshing shower
to cool us after the long climb
not one who sees but waits the hour
will reach the mountain in due time
we measure honesty in drops of sweat
the power to do all things is in our hands
nothing we do allows us to forget
we measure honesty in drops of sweat
don't be afraid of getting soaking wet
there's nothing better for you as it stands
we measure honesty in drops of sweat
the power to do all things is in our hands
we reach the moment of total decision
our hopes are frozen all is now in place
we have no time for anger nor derision
we reach the moment of total decision
the world requires simplicity of vision
the loser now may one day win the race
we reach the moment of total decision
our hopes are frozen all is now in place
we ask for truth and get more lies
the ones who lead have nothing left
when our boss speaks honesty dies
we ask for truth and get more lies
we wanted bees and got more flies
of common sense we are bereft
we ask for truth and get more lies
the ones who lead have nothing left
