The arc still bends towards justice, right?
I'm not so sure in the middle of the night
The arc still bends towards justice, right?
So why am I still holding this fucking sign?

I've been searching for a remedy
Guess I'll keep searching
But three sunbeams I found
Warm the cold ground
Found a poet lying in a bed of moss
She's someone I used to know once
There and gone like a summit view
There's much I'd like to know about you

I've been searching for a remedy
Guess I'll keep searching
But three sunbeams I found
Warm the cold ground
Warm the cold house
Warm the cold clouds