We’ve seen the old cathedral
In all kinds of light and weather
But never once considered going inside
You say that it’s not that you don’t
Believe there is a God
But somehow you just don’t trust him
Not been much to applaud
But these are different times, and
Things are happening fast, and
It’s a roof against the night
So let’s light a candle to
Some lost, forgotten soul, and
Hope he’ll make it home tonight
Have we grown too tired to wonder?
Or maybe we’ve grown too old?
No book can explain the thunder
Splintering my soul
But these are changing times, and
Things have happened fast, and
I didn’t see us down this path
But now that you’re here with me, and
I am here with you, well
We’d better, goddamn, make it right
Would it make a difference if I looked the other way?
Would it all be better if I could feel the things they say?
Everything feels different in an ominous kind of way
Yeah, would it make a difference if I looked the other way?
Round and round in circles till the foundations start to sway
Have we grown too tired to wonder?
Or maybe just grown too old?
No book can explain the thunder
Splintering my soul