It only takes a few zealots To sell the whole nation On an idea of Divine revelation But if I listen real close and close my eyes I hear the voice you said feel inside of my mind But it's not real It's not real If it's not real How do I know How can I reconstruct When I spent twenty-some years Building all this up To pull it down in six months Well I don't know what I have But I don't think much If it wasn't obvious by now What I once believed has holes Bigger than my mouth And it's not clear It's not clear If anything's real How do I know How can I reconstruct When I spent twenty-some years Building all this up To pull it down in six months Well I don't know what I have But I don't think much How can I reconstruct When I spent all of my life Building all this up To pull it down all at once Well I don't know what I have But I don't think much Is there a God? Is it the one with whom our president walks? (How do I know) Who's better off? Is it the ones who merely Follow along? How can I Reconstruct I can't unsee it for what it was How can I reconstruct When I spent twenty-some years Building all this up To pull it down in six months Well I don't know what I have But I don't think much How can I reconstruct When I spent all of my life Building all this up To pull it down all at once Well I don't know where I stand In the arms of love