At these crossroads we either beg or strive for a better life ahead That shell-shocked vision, captivating when youth was stolen Nurturing an awareness of who I am and what I'll need to believe If I'm going to survive this world with the, the slightest flame To guide us through the forests of disbelief It must've rattled your skull when the market fell Jeff's wife ran out and he put a shell through his mouth It's a hell of a thing where men go to die The theatres now a terrain undefined And in my need for self-reliance I'm dodging gutters Motel run-off needles and stumbling twenty-somethings And our daughters tuck their skirts when avoiding the alleyways But if peace was anything, it was a song It was the last word in that defining verse It counted for something, it picked our heads up from the floors Never in the passing trees, swaying wires or New England leaves The blood and the bruising in Chicago streets It was found in you and me while we questioned everything Never to surrender truth and decency And maybe next year when the van leaves us stranded It'll all make sense to us It'll all make sense to us And somehow it all makes sense to me