What if you reached the age of reason    Only to find there was no reprieve    Would you still be a man for all seasons?    Or would you just have to leave    We measure our days out    In steps of uncertainty    Not turning to see how we've come    And peer down the highway    From here to eternity    And reach out for love on the run    While the man for all seasons    Is lost behind the sun       Henry Plantagenet still looks for someone    To bring good news in his hour of doubt    While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London    Watching the sands running out    And measures the hours out    From here to oblivion    In actions that can't be undone    A sailor through the darkness    He scans the meridian    And caught by the first rays of dawn    The man for all seasons    Is lost beneath the storm       And I should know by now    I should know by now    I hear them call it out all around    Oh, they go    There's nothing to believe in    Hear them,    Just daydreams, deceiving    They'll just let you down       What if you reached the age of reason    Only to find there was no reprieve    Would you still be a man for all seasons?    Or would you just disbelieve?       We measure our gains out in luck and coincidence    Lanterns to turn back the night    And put our defeats down to chance or experience    And try once again for the light    Some wait for the waters of fortune to cover them    Some just see the tides of ill chance running over them       Some call on Jehovah    Some cry out to Allah    Some wait for the boats that still row to Valhallah    Well, you should try to accept what the fates are unfolding    While some say they're sure where the blame should be falling    You look round for maybe a chance of forestalling    Bot too soon its over and done    And the man for all seasons    Is lost behind the sun