You know I’ve tried many things, there’ve been gains, there’s been loss
And I’d try a lot more, but I just can’t bear that cross
And I come crying back to you, even though I know the cost
And I’d try to leave it behind, but I’m not that fast

A prophet once said you can find no direction home
And let the one without guilt go and cast the first stone
But I don’t believe in prophets, I don’t even know who they are
And I am a little weak, having travelled this far.

All things to all men is a myth that must explode
I’ve seen too many good men buckle under that load
It’s not that we fall, but more that we lose our way
And time’s a bad companion waiting for judgement day

We could help a lot more if we abandoned all the analysis
And left it to the dying to make some sense of this
I’m sure they see more clearly, you need lies to build a life
But who can make sense of dying, we never die enough

Do you remember Jesus, do you recall the Aga Khan?
Can you go about your life without cause for alarm
Because when you think too long, most things start to fade
And I try to put it aside, but I’m afraid to say

All things to all men is a myth that must explode
I’ve seen too many good men buckle under that load
It’s not that we fall, but more that we lose our way
And time’s a bad companion waiting for judgement day

Can you be sure it’s not a prophet you read on the wall
And won’t the sounds of silence sound so trite in the Albert Hall?
But the singer moves me so much, I’d never think that far
And I must be some fool to follow that star

And doesn’t it sound silly when you measure what you’ve lost
And can’t you go mad just trying to get your point across
And when you slow down, you notice everything moves so fast
And I’d try to slow it down if I thought it would last

All things to all men is a myth that must explode
I’ve seen too many good men buckle under that load
It’s not that we fall, but more that we lose our way
And time’s a bad companion waiting for judgement day