Waking ground, descending sun
To scenes that strum
Still sawing away

Break for the wayward
Pan for the stranger
"We're all in this danger," said the screed on the wall

(Chorus)
Through it all, through it all
Force of will, and wishful thinking
Straggled and strayed 
We've sawed right on through

Here's to plotting the true
Here's to the string player's lament
Here's to a marching slow pace
And here's to the last funeral song

(Chorus)