Lyrics

You fell from a star
Though you can’t remember
The rag-a-tag faces
Traipse dust through the city
That lights on the great rough-hewn white blocks of limestone
Piled high to the sky from before

Wherever you go
You can see contention
Between havers and havers of not
It’s raising a question
And sometime suggestion
Of doing with less ones than all that you’ve got
And you’ve got a lot

A way for a world to begin
Oh, what’s to become of him?
The man who had nothing makes everything fair

Left on our own
Who can still remember?
The age before moon turned to sun
Lithe little nomadic families
Is bigger or not bolder?
Has something been lost, and not won?
Is something undone?

Standing to face back the wind
But ah, what’s to become of him?
The man who had nothing
Makes everything fair

You want a new world to begin
A way to the world which without, is within
The man who had nothing is already there

Under the sun, all this competition
A dog eat dog run to the end
Light the dark, hark!,
Great wealth brings great worry
And dying’s trying time

Cause everyone knows
But you can’t escape from its clockwork precision we’re told
Partisan gold
Copper and gold
Everyone knows

Why try the world as we do?
Why try for me and for you?
Why tilt at windmills to make everything fair?

I’m inclined to realize
And see the skies
from in your eyes
It’s true
Part of me is a little part of you

Every line I see entwined
Into the universal mind,
A clue
Every strength in me comes from you
But I’m baffled by the things that you do

I’ve been so blind
So hateful and so hurtful all the time
There’s nothing of this Earth to change my mind
 Stand at the gates of beyond
And I don’t know how to respond
The man who had nothing made everything fair

Gone like a wisp on the wind
Ah, what’s to become of him?
This man who had nothing, made everything fair