Five thousand millions of years we know And countless words to describe Five thousand millions of tears will flow The epitaph for white man's tribe We number the species by their names And place the apes at the top We make menues and weigh our lives on scales But never know when to stop Is this what we've learned? Is this what they've earned? In slaughterhouses we rank the nameless graves And give them a line on page three But some time ago we lived in caves A life we should all have let be Then one day in October life grew sad The market fell with some six per cent And money we lost that we'd never had And then came the time to repent There is still an answer There is still a way There is still a meaning There is still a day There are too many assumptions Of how it was meant to be There never are any questions Of what's best for you and me I know it's getting harder to feign every day But if life wasn't getting us farther What was there left to say?