Tiresome trek over mountains and rivers
Preserving remembrance lest it be forgotten
We carry our dead
We carry our dead
Lay down to rest one last time
Final remnant of civil conduct
We solemnly honor the better days gone by
What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times
We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet
Rendering unto the circumstances
Regardless how dire they seem
Has never been in our nature
Adapting is not a virtue
So lay down to rest one last time
What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times
We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet
The sick, the enfeebled, the dead and the dying
We push them forward we drag them behind
It's how to distinquish us
From the rest we call the others