Ill At Ease

[Verse 1]

So your ancient poems delight

In dimensions undefined

Where at some ever future time

Every wrong will finally be made right

[Chorus]

Well, count on me to still be ill at ease

Count on me to still be ill at ease

Lest we hear it from the rocks and the trees

Why do you still look for me

When you know where I'll be?

[Verse 2]

With all creation to rebuild

And every promise unfulfilled

You want points for right belief

And the worn-out knees in your blue jeans

[Chorus]