Well, the day dawned and dried the grass on the groundnSomeone up and died without a soundnAnd though we looked for you, well, you couldn’t be foundnYou were already on your way, dearnAnd I saw them call as you walked down the streetnBut tall through it all, you’d admit no defeatnDespite the grief that you get from everyone you meetnBut open up and let things change, dearnNow we don’t ask for medals, we don’t ask for praisenWe work hard instead, and then we walk awaynBut when the question still pends at the end of every daynOh, open up to what it’s sayingnSo the weight of the world, it won’t get you downnYou make what you wear and you don’t wait aroundnYou give ‘em what they want (or as much as you can)nLike you’ve done all along, and you’ll do againnBut who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?nSo the weight of your will will stave off declinenAnd you won’t stop that war, but that don’t stop you tryingnYou say all the words that move all our friendsnAnd you work ‘til the clock has gone ‘round againnBut who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?nAnd so goes the most of our freedom of speech: we live for the city, we work for the beachnAnd when the weekend seems to be just out of reachnJust make the most of what you’re paid, dearnYour love’s a ghost, and that’s why we’re delayed here