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