Modern Times

It seems strange to write about these things now

But the time has probably come when we should

Accept whatever is past and gone and never will return



Looking back to the beginning

I see a flood of painful memories

And the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeat



We set out with our heads held high

So sure of our ground, our righteousness

The new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truth



But in the end we surrendered easily

It's no use pretending otherwise

Well most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerve



Well, some of us made an easy peace

And moved into the brave new world

It's hard for the true believers to look back now and realize

That for many of the crowd it was just the fashion



The cause of the moment well we

If anyone should know that you can look pretty dumb

Standing in last year's clothes



And some of us, shell-shocked still

Ran for shelter and do the rituals

The same old way pretending that someone out there cares



And some of us live in the modern world

We give unto Caesar what is due

And harbor the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revenge



Now nothing you see out there is real

It matters not what you believe in

It matters less what you say but only what you are

It matters what you are, it matters what you are

It matters what you are