Lyrics:

Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears
But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears
The sermon soothes the simple but the rest are rapt with fear
Oh no, too late to hold a trial
Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial
In the best laid plans of history lie the ruins of the past
And a chronicle of suffering shows the mythic pall they cast
To believe is true religion but to see is truth at last
Oh no, too late to hold a trial
Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial
Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial
Oh no, too late to hold a trial
Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial
No, time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial