Each day I follow my vocation A silent matter of course I watch the headlines over coffee Searching for excuses Though we may be the ones who are able to give To be given is our sorrow And we clean up the stairs in front of our house Pretending not to hear I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing It is time to make amends Oh, were all cynics that - broken-hearted - Want to be so different Merely bathing in our holy silence That casts a lonely shadow Now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned But its hard to find distraction Desperations a trap thats getting you down ...that wasnt my design I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing It is time to make amends My vocation, silent matter, To be given, Ill be waiting Rearranging, to be different, Merely bathing, find distraction Now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned But its hard to find distraction And we clean up the stairs in front of our house Pretending not to hear I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing It is time to make amends...