Where Will We Be Then?

Sit on the woodpile and shiver with me for awhile
Too scared to build a fire for fear that we might get burned again
Hold on to your anchor as it drags you down to the floor
only feet away from shore
But it made you feel secure once
so you don't mind that it's been drowning you lately

When all the young men have all grown old
and all their stories have all been told
Where will we be then? Where will we be then?
When all the pages have all been burned
and we've denied all the truths we learned
What will we believe then? What will we believe in? 

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