I've got my own moral compass to steer by A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices - Empty vessels ring so loud As they move among the crowd Fools and thieves are well disguised In the temple and marketplace
Like a stone in the river Against the floods of spring I will quietly resist
Like the willows in the wind Or the cliffs along the ocean I will quietly resist
I don't have faith in faith I don't believe in belief You can call me faithless But I still cling to hope And I believe in love And that's faith enough for me
I've got my own spirit level for balance To tell if my choice is leading up or down And all the shouting voices Try to throw me off my course Some by sermons, some by force Fools and thieves are dangerous In the temple and the marketplace
Like a forest bows to winter Beneath the deep white silence I will quietly resist
Like a flower in the desert That only blooms at night I will quietly resist
1"Does not a man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man? 2Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages, 3so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me. 4When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss till dawn."