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 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 realise

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 harbour 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