The white noise of whispers
As I stand on the landing
Quickly dissipates
As I enter the room
I'm still of good standing
In this town
But only superficially
The harps and the gossips
Will make a pariah out of me
Wait and see
A dim view of sinners
Is forged in hypocrisy
And first-stone casters are
Thin on the ground around here
Who're you fooling?
No one in the clerisy
Canaan was blamed for the wrongs
Of a generation gone
A reputation hard-won
Handed down to the son
Close your ears. Guard your mind
False rumours propagating
Down the line
Intervening never changes minds
People believe in stories they are already inclined to
The smallest minded will find
Room to impugn you
And social circles expand
When there's scandalous news
The jury is communing
In the back room
They will decide the fate of me
A silent verdict I'll nonetheless fall under
And the whispering and the wonder
Close your ears. Guard your mind
False rumours propagating
Down the line
Intervening never changes minds.
People believe in stories they are already inclined to