Something familiar in this face;
That documentary on the Civil War
Had men almost as dead.
To cherish life, to live in grace;
Is that what this experience is for?
Well that's what someone said.
But that would take a reasonable man,
Who says "To everything a season,"
Doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.
We looked at birthday photographs,
Secretly counting all the ones who died -
Now scraps inside a book.
If someone could, they'd have to laugh.
Ten little Idians, and now there's nine.
You're in this picture, look:
A picture of a reasonable man
Who says "To everything a season,"
Doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.
If it feels so arbitrary, could it be that it is?
Reason has a weakness: to seek patterns in this disarray.
The lush convenience of belief;
Eternity imparts a mystic glow.
Where faith and reason meet, there is no sting.
But why so cheap with rage and grief?
They lied. The Shadow doesn't really know,
But I know one thing.
I'll never be a reasonable man
Who says "To everything a season,"
Doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.