long ago in a dusty village

full of hunger, pain and strife

a man came forth with a vision of truth

and the way to a better life

he was convinced he had the answer

and he compelled people to follow along

but the hunger never vanished

and the man was banished

and the village dried up and died

at a time when wise men peered

through brass tubes toward the sky

the heavens changed in predictable ways

and one man was able to find

that he had found the answer

and he was quick to write his revelation

but as they were scrutinized

in his colleagues eyes

he soon became a mockery

don't tell me about the answer

'cause then another one will come along soon

i don't believe you have the answer

i've got ideas too

but if you've got enought naivete

and you've got conviction

then the answer is perfect for you

an urban spall sits choking on its discharge

overwhelmed by industry

searching for a modern day savior from another place

inclined toward charity

everyone's begging for an answer

without regard to validity

the searching never ends

it goes on and on and on for eternity