No promenade walk in the parkway
And those committed to society's circles
There will be watchers that plot from in confines
The time is now to be on the run
There will be right, there will be wrong
Barometers that follow the stampede
Semaphore ghost signs and warnings
A golden mean to guide the footsteps.
There will be right, there will be wrong
Just like that and the deed is done
Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream
Dregs will rain down from all directions
Unwary cogs with no cadence or virtue
There will be unchanging certainties
Paid with grace, taking roads to the same place
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings
Just like that and the deed is done
Pundits that push headlong for atonement
There will be layers of means to an end
Just like that and the deed is done
No consequence to repay what's been given
There will be machinations unforeseen
Drawn-out days before resolution
There will be teachers that die by their own hand
There will be right, there will be wrong
Departures raised with no masquerading
Drop of the hat and it's already started
There will be levels on high hills that appraise
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
There will be strains that break out of straight time
Circulars to prop up occasion
There will be catchwords filled with infection
The time is now to be on the run
Drop of the hat and it's already started
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
There will be signposts of indication
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
Friends and followers devoted to living
