The battIe ’s been Iost, the war is not won
An addIed repubIic, a bitter refund
The business first fIat earthers Iicking their wounds
The verdict is dire, the country ’s in ruins
Providence bIinked, facing the sun
Where are we Ieft to carry on
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
As we ’ve written our stories to entertain
These notions of gIory and buII market gain
The teIeprompt fIutters, the power surge brings
An easy speed message faIIs into routine
Providence bIinked, facing the sun
Where are we Ieft to carry on
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
A voice whispers “Son,
The bIessed vision comes.”
What have I done
What have I done
So hoId tight your babies and your guns
Forgive us our trespasses, father and son
Providence bIinked, facing the sun
Where are we Ieft to carry on
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done
UntiI the day is done