Oh what is right, and what is impossible? For the rolling tide, the flagged individuals Or a rosy child with a hand buried in his mouth Oh what is right, and what is impossible? We are tired of this war We have tried to be calm We have seen all the power And the grace of your arms The colored land, the written word The born-agains, the silly birds Are always the rejoined So move along So move along So move along So what is right, and what is impossible? (The ones who lied, the pendulum's broken toll) Until we die let's not retire to a lullaby (So what is right, and what is impossible?) We are tired of this war We have tried being calm We have heard all the cries Read the poems, sang the songs The clapping hands, the cooling swords The white sands, the bloody lords Are always the rejoined To move along So move along So move along