The battle's been lost, the war is not won An addled republic, a bitter refund The business first flat earthers licking their wounds The verdict is dire, the country's in ruins
Providence blinked, facing the son Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done
As we've written our stories to entertain These notions of glory and bull market gain The teleprompt flutters, the power surge brings An easy speed message falls into routine
Providence blinked, facing the son Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done
A voice whispers "Son, The blessed vision comes." What have I done What have I done
So hold tight your babies and your guns Forgive us our trespasses, father and son
Providence blinked, facing the son Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done