I said, “I wonder how it is I’m standing here, while war is raging everywhere under the sky?
I feel defeated here by everything, cheated here by everyone on every side.
I want to take you to a quiet place, and never ask the meaninglessness to reply.
When will we get an hour to celebrate, find the time to breathe a sigh?
I’ve been working too hard to be living, and later
Walking all night, until I’m shivering, and is it
Wasting the time that I’ve been given, to maybe
Wait for the day of oblivion?
I want to take it to the president, him and all the cabinet, with a broom.
I want to sweep the Halls of Arrogance, sweep the walls of the excrement of these baboons.
But I respect and prize the covenant — I respect the process, I respect the rules.
When will we find a chord as resonant as to shake the sheets and make us move?
You’ve been working too hard to be living, and later
Walking all night, until you’re shivering, and is it
Wasting the time that you’ve been given, to maybe
Wait for the day of oblivion?”
And she said, “Roll out and make your mark. Pull on your boots and march.
Then roll on and meet me where you’ll find me doing my own part.
Roll out your dented car. Maybe it won’t roll far.
But if you do everything you can, well babe, that’s more than a start.
Roll out and make your mark. Pull on your boots and march.
Then roll on and meet me where you’ll find me good and ready.
Sometimes it’s gonna hurt. Sometimes you’re gonna deserve it.
But if you hold on to what you’ve got, I know you’ll keep it steady.
So there’s no end to work, so there’s no end to the murk.
So everything else is dirt, but I am pure and steady.
So cut out the morbid verse. I know you’ll make it work.
And how’re you gonna save the world, when the world ain’t ready?”