Plink, Plank, Plunk! - Leroy Anderson

We could wrestle with tomorrow

Till tomorrow’s in the past

Cause i have torn apart what’s beautiful

To prove that nothing last

I have stayed locked behind this door

To show there’s no way out

I’ve got lost within the space between

the question and the doubt

On an ordinary day

In an ordinary way

I have combed the cracks of virtue,

for a place to lay the blame

And I have hated, I have lied

Been guilty and denied

I’ve dismissed the ones who question me,

declaring, «I am right!»

What if I’m wrong?

What if I’m wrong?

I have built a wall between what I believe and what is true

I have sacrificed the love I have for power over you

I have inflicted those who disagree and walked over the weak

I have placed a gun within the mouth of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day

In an ordinary way

I have crushed the minds of children with extraordinary shame

I have carried on this war, though no one wins an endless fight

I have claimed that God is guiding me, and killed to prove I’m right

What if I’m wrong?

Is this soul worth saving at all?

Because if I lose my wings, then surely I must fall

And God, thank.for.

We could wrestle with tomorrow till tomorrow’s in the past

We could tear apart what’s beautiful

to prove that nothing last

We could stay locked behind the doors to show there’s no way out

We got lost within the space between the question and the doubt

What if we’re wrong?