Something familiar in this face;
that documentary on the Civil War
had men almost as dead.
To cherish life, to live in grace;
is that what this experience is for?
Well that's what someone said.
But that would take a reasonable man,
who says "To everything a season,"
doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.

We looked at birthday photographs,
secretly counting all the ones who died -
now scraps inside a book.
If someone could, they'd have to laugh.
Ten little Idians, and now there's nine.
You're in this picture, look:
a picture of a reasonable man
who says "To everything a season,"
doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.

If it feels so arbitrary, could it be that it is?
Reason has a weakness: to seek patterns in this disarray.

The lush convenience of belief;
eternity imparts a mystic glow.
Where faith and reason meet, there is no sting.
But why so cheap with rage and grief?
They lied. The Shadow doesn't really know,
but I know one thing.
I'll never be a reasonable man
who says "To everything a season,"
doing what he can
'cause he's such a reasonable man.