We can sit here and chew the fatnWe can lie here on the grassnWe can contemplate the endnBut baby when it comes what’ll we do then nnWe can say we know it allnWe can say we’re ten feet tallnBut when it comes down to the endnBaby when it comes what’ll we do then nnCause we want something to make us feelnAnd we want something to let us healnAnd we want something to make us realnBaby I’m afraid you just won’t find it here nnWe can talk about the autumn rainnInto the streams from where it camenWe can search for modern lifenBut baby you are here and then you die nnCause we want something to make us feelnAnd we want something to let us healnAnd we want something to make us realnBaby I’m afraid you just won’t find it here nnBaby what has beennWill surely be againnBack and forthnBabe there’s nothing newnAnd nothing you can donTo change it all nnCause we want something to make us feelnAnd we want something to let us healnAnd we want something to make us realnBaby I’m afraidnBaby I'm afraidnBaby I'm afraid you just won’t find it here