In service to a whisper of a chance
Our youths in careful study gladly spent
Our place on Earth, our yearning to advance
And under giants' weight, we giants bent
Oh my god!
They hover there in their cold sun's embrace
Forever with the light upon their face
We've never been so close to them before
But what is it all for?
What was that little glimmer in the lens?
Call the rest and bid them watch the sky
Begin the computations without end
We'll see the Sisters' shadows, by and by
What was it all for?
But what was it all for?
But what was it all for?
But what was it all for?
Just when we thought we'd heard all that we can
Something momentous rises, and makes us numb
A simple, fairly ordinary man
In his senility says something dumb
They hover there in their cold sun's embrace
Forever with the light upon their face
We've never been so close to them before
But what is it all for?
How could anything have mattered more
Than party lines, Mexicans and wombs
Than accidentally inciting war
And filling unknown soldiers' unknown tombs?
What is it all for?
One thousand brutal hours more
But what was it all for?
Is the cave the life they're begging for?