long ago in a dusty village   full of hunger, pain and strife   a man came forth with a vision of truth   and the way to a better life   he was convinced he had the answer   and he compelled people to follow along   but the hunger never vanished   and the man was banished   and the village dried up and died   at a time when wise men peered   through brass tubes toward the sky   the heavens changed in predictable ways   and one man was able to find   that he thought he had found the answer   and he was quick to write his revelation   but as they were scrutinized   in his colleagues eyes   he soon became a mockery   don't tell me about the answer   'cause then another one will come along soon   i don't believe you have the answer   i've got ideas too   but if you've got enought naivete   and you've got conviction   then the answer is perfect for you   an urban spall sits choking on its discharge   overwhelmed by industry   searching for a modern day savior from another place   inclined toward charity   everyone's begging for an answer   without regard to validity   the searching never ends   it goes on and on and on for eternity...   don't tell me about the answer   'cause then another one will come along soon   i don't believe you have the answer   i've got ideas too   but if you've got enought naivete   and you've got conviction   then the answer is perfect for you (the answer is perfect for you)