Mid-Century Modern

Have mercy on us Father, who live through this age of storms

We barely have the time to bind the wounds caused by our shattered norms

The credulous are on crusade against reality

And freedom's just another word for acting with impunity

It's hard to get your bearings in a world that doesn't care

Positions I took long ago feel comfy as an old armchair

But the kids that pull the statues down they challenge me to see

The gap between the man I am and the man I want to be

That old familiar argument blew up again last night

The one where one of us is wrong but both of us feel in the right

My indignation drove me to say things that I regret

I hurt the one I love the most with my self-righteous temperament

Now I must face the consequence of the thoughtlessness I've shown

It wasn't my intention to spend this evening all alone

But wounded pride is all I have to keep me company

In the gap between the man I am and the man I want to be

I'm used to people listening to what I have to say

And I find it hard to think that it might help if I just stepped away

And adjusted my perceptions to reflect reality

And the gap between the man I am and the man I want to be

The gap between the man I am and the man I want to be