Arc Of Time

You can make a plan

Carve it into stone

Like a feather falling

It is still unknown

Until the clock speaks up

Says it's time to go

You could choose the high

Or the lower road

You might clinch your fist

You might fork your tongue

As you curse or praise

All the things you've done

And the faders move

And the music dies

As we pass over

On the arc of time

So you nurse your love

Like a wounded dove

In the covered cage of night

Every star is crossed

By phrenetic thoughts

That seperate and then collide

And they twist like sheets

Till you fall asleep

And they finally unwind

It's a black balloon

It's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends

With Jesus Christ

You will get right up

From that chalk outline

And then you'll get dolled up

And you'll dress in white

All to take your place

In his chorus line

And then in you'll come

With those marching drums

In a saintly compromise

No more whiskey slurs

No more blonde haired girls

For your whole eternal life

And you'll do the dance

That was choreographed

At the very dawn of time

Singing, I told you son

The day would come

You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die

You would die, you'd die, you'd die

To the deepest part

Of the human heart

The fear of death expands

Till we crack the code

We have always known

But could never understand

On a circuit board

We will soon be born

Again, again, again, again

And again, again, again, again

And again, again, again, again

And again, again, again