THE WRONG SIDE OF HISTORY

You’ll say I’m on the wrong side of history.

Why does it matter and why should I care?

For you, my future must be a mystery.

In your eyes I’m old; my face is whiskery;

My outlook’s passé — a thousand year stare.

You’ll say I’m on the wrong side of history.

You’re so pure and yet my skin is blistery

And it shrivels beside your virtue’s blare.

For you, my future must be a mystery.

I know the source of stars all glittery,

One whose rule you see as quaintly unfair.

You’ll say I’m on the wrong side of history.

It is me who believes in His story

While your faith is in the latest glib scare.

For you, my future must be a mystery.

You think there’s no more to life than victory,

As you chant your slogans and scream and swear.

You’ll say I’m on the wrong side of history.

For you, my future must be a mystery.