In Our Waning Days
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
Barbarians camped inside the gates
Careening clown cars, all without brakes
The father of lies in slinky drag arrives
To take charge of all the venomous snakes
iPhones: iStones turned to bread
The starving multitudes are easily fed
Down at the mall more “blah blah blah”
Feeds that beautiful face on that empty head
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a Lover
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
Laugh out loud about the boring crowds;
Those bed-sheeted saints sitting up on clouds
It’s the same kind of joke
that’s a hope that floats
Down the river Styx, one big party boat
Little tin gods with a jones for praise
The priests of creation with a world to save
How proud some are of their right kind of car,
Driving around in a locked and gilded cage
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
Grandstanding hauteur in a professor’s suit
A blowhard with a tiny horn and little toot
More enlightened than Christ,
with ready advice
For any sycophant who finds him astute
Homesick wanderers craving rest
Clinging to hope as long as they have breath
Hearts in waiting, anticipating
The arrival of someone who never left
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
We gotta trust in a lover
(a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
To help us go on loving others
(a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will not let go)
In our waning days
(We need a Lover who will bring us home)
In our waning days
We need a Lover
We need a Lover
