In Our Waning Days

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