In the beginning, I was only sure of
Of my insignificance
In the world outside my window
Where would I begin?
I heard you say the words
And I believed them
I was out of step but not alone
It seemed so right when little else did
And I believed that there was hope
I sang along in a chorus
Of righteous discontent
Something real to be at one
Against the silence, the band played on
For a moment, I was sure there was a difference
No longer small, insignificant
Forcing hands, making demands
Never dreamed it would end
I sang along in a chorus
Of righteous discontent
Something real to be at one
Against the silence, the band played on
The band played on
Against the silence, the band played on
Somehow, all that passion gave way to
A cynical indifference
The sound and fury only returned
To silence
I sang along in a chorus
Of righteous discontent
When I asked what was wrong
In all the silence, the band played on
The band played on
The band played on
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on (I sang along in a chorus)
The band played on