Minutes To Midnight

   Everybody say God is a good man    Ah clock on the world Driving a dump truck up to the sun    A sigh in the human heart    I look at the clock on the wall It says three minutes to midnight    Faith is blind when we’re so near Phar Lap floating in a jar Seas full of submarines A.W.A.C.’s like flies Truth gets harder to define      Talking in tongues    But the dancer’s hand   grips the rail And fingers will blister on the 88’s Hope drains out the side of the page      But ears can’t hear      What eyes don’t see      And you can’t see me                   Everybody say God is a good man    Everybody say 123    Set up those gunsights in H.G.Wells’ backyard    I.C.B.M.’s S.S.20’s they lie so dormant they got so many    Remember your childhood    Remember your journey Hope is what you say and do      But ears can’t hear      What eyes don’t see      And you can’t see me      But ears can’t hear      What eyes don’t see      But ears can’t hear      What those eyes don’t see      And you can’t see me