We're all going to die, it is the only thing we know
And the taxes that we pay along the way are just for show
We're all going to lie, it is the way this world got geared
And the lovers that you lie to lie to you in turn my dear
We're holding it up, holding it out, holding the crack against the crowd
We are a long way away from where we're standing
We're all on our way and as the path reveals the rain
There's a photograph of life in the past, a rope tied to the rail
That's where I long to be but it's a distant memory
Now the Monday morning march up o'er the hill, it's calling to me
We're holding it up, holding it out, holding the crack against the crowd
We are a long way away from where we're standing
Half a mind away down where the children all go play
there is a natural world that sings and twirls and dances in the spray
We're still at the door and though we knock we know not what for
Just keep knocking until we bleed, the door's already open (a push is all it needs)
Holding it shut, holding it out, holding the crack against the crowd
We are a long way away from where we're standing