It's because you know they'd never turn their backs on you
That you turn away yourself when there's no more you can do
You stood your ground as long as anyone could do
But now that ground's washed away
And the night's lost to day
And the old must give way for the new.
When serenely they all sidestep the sorrow of desire
And the white flag's flying peacefully, no holes and not on fire
Can you give them one good reason why you'd rather still aspire
And why bother when they'd gladly just admire?
Can you get across the only useful lesson that you've learned
That honor has a meaning only while it's being earned
And with no one to stand up for, though the laurel leaf has turned
Into gold, all that's left is to be burned.
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