A crazy kind of song for a wiseman,
maybe that’s just a side effect of sight
From watching oil rising on the wave tops
I hear the dying whisper in the night
I wonder just how many of them know that
it’s not just another liberal kind of spin
we’re talking about the future of
did you feel the end of all we love begin.
Someday When there’s no miracle of science
when all the children’s futures are assured
You can sell the devil your commitment
Tell everyone you meet there you concurred.
You Swear that you were working for the people,
swear you warned them all but
no one heard.
When you finally get down to your time for screaming
They’ll find you screaming help me I concurred.
So just one time before your life has ended
Pray for grace before the ending day
My soul’s a poem wider than your scheming
I’ll take no pleasure as you fade away
Poets sing to the light to show the pathway
dreaming songs to burn the veil away
When we pass away beyond all human memory
Will we find you’ve passed entirely away?