It seems strange to write about these things now
But the time has probably come when we should
Accept whatever is past and gone and never will returnLooking back to the beginning
I see a flood of painful memories
And the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeatWe set out with our heads held high
So sure of our ground, our righteousness
The new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truthBut in the end we surrendered easily
It's no use pretending otherwise
Well most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerveWell, some of us made an easy peace
And moved into the brave new world
It's hard for the true believers to look back now and realize
That for many of the crowd it was just the fashionThe cause of the moment well we
If anyone should know that you can look pretty dumb
Standing in last year's clothesAnd some of us, shell-shocked still
Ran for shelter and do the rituals
The same old way pretending that someone out there caresAnd some of us live in the modern world
We give unto Caesar what is due
And harbor the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revengeNow nothing you see out there is real
It matters not what you believe in
It matters less what you say but only what you are
It matters what you are, it matters what you are
It matters what you are