These last days, I've never known in so many ways
Looking around me, I realise I've found me ablaze
In the peace, deep in the soul of someone who sees
That no revolution, no new solutions could ease

We might have to take the world the way we made it
It seems we have to find a fight
Though some of us ain't satisfied with less than any Universe
I'm not sure that any side is right

Any side is just a passing figment of mind
Made up of folks disillusioned and frightened inside
In the main, we steer the easy course around pain
Wars to end wars are like laws to end scars, they're insane
Sweet anarchy, always so real and peaceful to be
Moment by moment for facing the world honestly

We might have to take the world the way we made it
It seems there ain't no turning back
Though some of us ain't satisfied with less than any Universe
Well, Hell, I'll have to go along with that 'cause I've got mine
I've got mine, these last days