What if we found a way
A way to make things straight
A way to shake hands with fate
Before the bottom drops out
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And what if we broke the chains
You think we could hold the reins
Of the stagecoach that shook loose and left the plains
As the sun fell down

Every generation thinks that it might be the last
Well, it might be true
Our time might be past
When you stop & you think that feast might be fast
What looks like your treasure
Might be our trash

We wait for the curtain to fall
It's late, but we don't care at all
Do you think that we'll confess or recall
The way it began
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When the moon begins its descent
We're asleep, but in any event
Don't you know that it's all time well spent
So make your plans

Every generation thinks that it might be the last
Well, it might be true
Our time might be past
When you stop & you think that feast might be fast
What looks like your treasure
Might be our trash

Stop having fun
Just stop & pray, son
Stop having fun
Just stop & pray, son

What if we found a way
A way to make things straight

Every generation thinks that it might be the last
Well, it might be true
Our time might be past
When you stop & you think that feast might be fast
What looks like your treasure
Might be our trash