A roar down the road of a rumbling war
 I have faith in these desolate times
 A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill
 I have faith but for how much longer?

 It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas
 Summarily hold the branches
 People we, falling leaves, watching thieves
 Stealing keys, to our ranches

 I have faith in these desolate times
 A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman's tour
 I have faith in these desolate times
 A feel and a hope and belief that man's peace will be still
 I have faith but for how much longer?

 The village green, people seen, full of beans
 Imagining the course of action
 And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine
 Suburban dreams, an empty faction

 I have faith in these desolate times
 Show fear, and the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near

 I have faith in these desolate times
 Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn

 I have faith but for how much longer