Each day I follow my vocation
A silent matter of course
I watch the headlines over coffee
Searching for excuses

Though we may be the ones who are able to give
To be given is our sorrow
And we clean up the stairs in front of our house
Pretending not to hear

I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing
It is time to make amends

Oh, were all cynics that - broken-hearted -
Want to be so different
Merely bathing in our holy silence
That casts a lonely shadow

Now you're feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned
But it's hard to find distraction
Desperations a trap thats getting you down
...That wasnt my design

I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing
It is time to make amends

My vocation, silent matter,
To be given, Ill be waiting
Rearranging, to be different,
Merely bathing, find distraction

Now you're feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned
But it's hard to find distraction
And we clean up the stairs in front of our house
Pretending not to hear

I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing
It is time to make amends...