Time marches on baby
The trail is littered and long
And if we are lucky maybe
We come out the other side strong
You left me hints along the way
That are clear to me now
But then there came that day
That finally slaughtered the sacred cow
It was a harbinger, a harbinger
A sign of things to come
How could I have been?
So deaf and blind and dumb?
So what do you do?
When you wake up from a dream
And you pick up the clue
That shatters it all at the seams
Now we have drawn the lines
And picked our noms de guerre
That's yours; this is mine
This is that: that is there
If I had found the book
And read the last page first
I would have known that look
Before it went from bad to worse
It was a harbinger, a harbinger
A sign of things to come
How could I have been?
So deaf and blind and dumb?