Steer Your Way

Steer your way past the ruins of the altar and the mall Steer your way through fables of creation and the fall Steer your way past the palaces that rise above the rot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought Steer your heart past the truth that you believed in yesterday Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought Steer you way through the pain that is far more real than you That's smashed the cosmic model, that blinded every view And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap And the Mea Culpa, which you probably forgot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought Steer your way, O my heart, though I have no right to ask To the one who was never, never equal to the task Who knows he's been convicted, who knows he will be shot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap And the Mea Culpa, which you gradually forgot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought