There comes a point in time
When the tables are turned
So ill defined are the measures of life and death combined
Into something between our states of mind

Man proposes, God disposes
Everything’s lost that He knew life owed us
Where are the bright new worlds
As the old disown us now?

A plan to fill a void
In a life hollowed out by being employed
In a station to sink a hope that’s buoyed
By the promise of life
Unkempt, destroyed

Man proposes, God disposes
Everything’s lost that He knew life owed us
Where are the bright new worlds
As the old disown us?

Now we’re sorry for
The way we acted out the things we saw
We’re sorry for
The way we failed, the faces we once wore
We’re sorry for
The way we danced, the way we kissed,
The things we grabbed, the things we missed
Those empty hearted promises
Enlisted in the dust encumbered floor

A glance and not a trace
Proletariat eyes look out the face
Of a classless man
Born to waste his time
Fitting in a lonely place

Man proposes, God disposes
Everything’s lost that He knew life owed us
Where are the bright new worlds
As the old disown us?

Now we’re sorry for
The way we acted out the things we saw
We’re sorry for
The way we failed, the faces we once wore
We’re sorry for
The way we danced, the way we kissed,
The things we grabbed, the things we missed
Those empty hearted promises
Enlisted in the dust encumbered floor