I got the message in my mailbox Nobody goes to church no more They're closing down your little altar They've locked the sanctuary door Don't fight it Who can say that you didn't try Don't fight it Old soldiers never die Where will i go to leave my offering To think about how life's so queer And listen to the little choir The sermon i don't care to hear Don't fight it
Who can say that it's not the end Don't fight it And if we don't meet again I know somewhere a monument Stands in the name of our love Somewhere are monuments Standing in the name of our love I've seen such strange times Seems like lifetimes Sometimes good and sometimes bad And i don't see how it could Have been much different Everybody gave the best they had