So On And On

Been burnt at the stake and buried alive;

Been born a prince of compromise;

Seen oh so much yet still alive

It’s a grand adventure we’re on

Known too much and not lived to tell

Sown seeds of discontent all too well

Grown from each birth to each death knell

It’s a grand adventure we’re on

And who can say out of the futures of yesterday

Where the mobius leads on

And why not go with the spiritual labor of play

To where the adventure leads on

Sung my share of lovely songs

Done what was needed to redirect my wrongs

Dowsed the elements with reality’s tongs

It’s a grand adventure we’re on