What Would He Say?

If he is watching still I'd feel ashamed What would he think of us? So cold and mean And cold's not what he was Nor full of bitter thoughts None that I could see Nor kept from me Let a world go by What a shame Is there none left to try to save? Oh, does nothing change? Only objects alter All those high class games at the altar What's inside is nothing, what a waste [Trumpet Interlude] In a world full of pain Why add to it? When there's none left to blame You gotta face up to it Oh, does nothing change? Only objects alter All those high class games at the altar What's inside is nothing, what a waste Stumbling down a street Tied at two left feet Those days so far away What would he say? That we've no patience now We've gone too far And it only takes a spark To start a war [Trumpet Interlude] Oh Oh