Lyrics:
The funeral procession passed by here todayConfusion and questions left strewn in its wakeBut I feel like I knew his painA mechanical failure while enduring the normSome of us fracture, others simply deformAnd lose their elasticityNever to returnTo the shape they wereI wonder which is worseI try to keep my composure amidst the insanityResigned to the truth that I will not live to seeThe dawn of a better dayThat might wash awayThe sadness of this ageI try to keep the voices calling me at bayDesperately clinging to any futile act of human decencyThe voices love to remind me ofMy futility, sitting on my handsHoping anyone else thanMe will do what should be doneIt's hard not to succumb as theyCall my nameYou gotta keep on truckin' anyways