O what fools these mortals be,
so tragic and so funny
Ships of bones that sail the sea,
for lands of milk and honey
The promise of perfection sighs
into each mortal ear
Never to be realized,
that's how it is 'round here.
Bound to some relentless gyre,
dispassionate and true
Paying the price for ice and fire,
that's what God's children do.
Sacrifice love's mystery
for fantasy and pleasure
Doomed to repeat history,
forever and ever.
Wayward world I weep for thee,
spinning 'round the sun
Wellspring of diversity
your roads all lead to one road
What man has loosed upon the sea,
cannot be undone
O what fools we mortals be,
each and every one
Each and every one.