How shall we then live?
In a world that bleeds us dry?
In the absence of our charity
We become what we despise
I don’t understand the times anymore
Maybe I never did
Maybe I’ve been waiting my whole life
For how shall we then live?
How shall we then live?
In a shroud of neon lights?
In a nursing home for young folks
Whose flame ain’t burning bright?
I went walking in the old neighbourhood
And I thought I could forgive
Knowing if I didn’t then
How shall we then live?
No music was heard throughout the night
No poet could put word to the plight
No priest could find an ancient rite
What is, is what is, the muse will burn out bright
How shall we then live?
When it’s up to us to love?
Even our wretched enemies
To God have infinite worth
In the mirror stands the older man
Who’s weary from the trip
Of travelling the philosophy
Of how shall we then live