I used to believe that belief was pivotal

that signing your life on a dotted line

was like a club for the initiated

the way to go, you know what I mean

but doubts have left me blinded by the light

I find life more comfortable not knowing why

and solace in the darkness of a starry night.

 

Despite the pleadings of suits and cassocks

those moral dimensions never rang true

and the same things will happen anyway

in spite of our united feet of clay

so let's back off, retrace our steps

and take the path of the blind and deaf

who listen to themselves

to discover what lies behind the front.