This human condition in front of my face, on my mind,
Sun comes up all the time,
Every day again to see this human condition in front of me.
Is there a place to hide?
Is every stone unturned?
Is nothing left to be revealed until the fires burn?
Walk this road each day,
Hammer a rock just like the rest,
Kiss the hurts of neighbour children,
Watch a robin in its nest,
Am I ever to be free of this human condition in front of me?
This human condition in front of my face, on my mind,
Sun comes up all the time,
Every day again to see this human condition in front of me.
Is there a turn to make?
Does it matter anymore?
Is there something in our history that causes all the war?
I read about good and bad,
I see the faces on the screen,
Hear that talk is even cheaper now; I can see just what they mean,
Am I ever to be free of this human condition in front of me?
This human condition in front of my face, on my mind,
Sun comes up all the time,
Every day again to see this human condition in front of me.
This human condition,
Oh, this human condition,
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