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