the blues

Is this the New Year, or just another night?
Is this the new fear, or just another fright?
Is this the new tear, or just another desperation?

Is this the finger, or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom, or just a hit and miss?
I've missed direction, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in

I'm singing this one, like a broken piece of glass,
For broken arms and broken noses in the back
Is this the new year, or just another desperation?

You push until you're shoving,
You bend until you break,
Do you stand on the broken fields where your fathers lay?

It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in

There's nothing here worth saving,
There's no one here at all,
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It'll be a day like this one,
When the sky falls down,
And the hungry and poor and deserted are found

Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down, this broken house of cards?

It'll be a day like this one,
When the world caves in

Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing?
Are there any left now, who haven't kissed the enemy?

Does justice ever find you?
Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any other song, to sing beside these blues?

And nothing is okay,
Till' the world caves in

- switchfoot -