[Verse 1]
Maybe there's no answer here
At least one we're ready to hear
No string of words will satisfy
No simple equation to edify us

[Chorus]
Here, in the meantime
May questioning nurture life

[Verse 2]
Fear is illogical math
An impractical skill to have
Still, we talk of our future till we have no voice
We'll try to outsmart it with noise

[Chorus]
Here, in the meantime
May the unknown harvest life

[Verse 3]
We're conditioned to mourn our empty glass
Long before it ever poured out our past
Though our patience is always in short supply
We'll leave our farsighted worries behind
[Chorus]
Here, in the meantime
In the gospel of near-sight
May we learn to live a nourished life