Lyrics:

There will be droughts and days inundated
Unveilings free from saturation
Departures raised with no masquerading

There will be teachers that die by their own hand
Pundits that push headlong for atonement
Friends and followers devoted to living

There will be watchers that ply for new confines
Those committed to society's circles
Unwary cogs with no cadence of virtue
There will be right
There will be wrong

Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run

There will be machinations unforeseen
Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream
No promenade walk in the parkway

There will be catchwords filled with infection
Circulars to prop up occasion
No golden mean to guide the footsteps

There will be levels on high hills that appraise
There will be unchanging certainties
Barometers that follow the stampede
There will be right
There will be wrong

Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run

There will be signposts of indication
Semaphore go signs and warnings
Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings

There will be strains that break out of straight time
To pave with grace different roads to the same place
No consequence to repay what's been given

There will be layers of means to an end
Drawn-out days before resolution
Dregs will rain down from all directions
There will be right
There will be wrong

Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run