each day I follow my vocation



a silent matter of course



I watch the headlines over coffee



searching for excuses







though we may be the ones who are able to give



to be given is our sorrow



and we clean up the stairs in front of our house



pretending not to hear







I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing



it is time to make amends







oh, were all cynics that - broken-hearted -



want to be so different



merely bathing in our holy silence



that casts a lonely shadow







now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned



but its hard to find distraction



desperations a trap thats getting you down



...that wasnt my design







I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing



it is time to make amends







my vocation, silent matter,

to be given, Ill be waiting



rearranging, to be different,

merely bathing, find distraction







now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned



but its hard to find distraction



and we clean up the stairs in front of our house



pretending not to hear







I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing



it is time to make amends...