From the Canyons of the Mind
We wander on, and stumble blindly
Through the often tangled Maze
Of Starless Nights and Sunless Days
While asking for some kind of Clue
A Road to lead us to the Truth -
Side by side two People stand
Together vowing hand-in-hand
That Love's imbedded in their Hearts
But soon, an empty Feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow Lives
And when they seek the Hows and Whys -
On a strange and distant Hill
A young man's lying very still
His Arms will never hold his Child
Because a Bullet running wild
Has struck him down, and now we cry:
"Dear God, oh why, oh why" -
As jeering Crowds collect below
To egg him on with "Go, man Go"
But who will ask what led him
To his private Day of Doom -
When the Rules don't fit the Game
Who will Answer?, Who will Answer?, Who will Answer?
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
In the Rooms with darkened Shades
A Scent of Sandalwood pervades
The colored Thoughts in muddled Heads
Reclining on the unmade Beds
Of unmade Dreams that can't come true
When we ask what we should do -
Neath the spreading Mushroom Tree
The World revolves in Apathy
As overhead a Row of Specks
Roars on, drowned out by Discotheques
Because one Man has been outguessed -
Is our Hope in Walnut Shells
Worn round the Neck; in Temple Bells
Or deep within some Cloistered Walls
In crumbled Books on dusty Shelves
Or in our Stars, or in Ourselves? -
When the Rules don't fit the Game
Who will Answer?, Who will Answer?, Who will Answer?
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!