Tragic Times

For fear that all should fall, the warriors we praise

For fear that love should fail, defenders of the gaze



We'll be better when you're gone

We'll be happy when you're sleeping

When the ghosts that I have drawn

Can quit their quiet creeping



These are tragic times

If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong, whoa

I've been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong



I'm hardly a man the way I run from fear

And drown my sorrows in fair weather peers



We'll be better when you're gone

We'll be happy when you're sleeping

When the ghosts that I have drawn

Can quit their quiet creeping



These are tragic times

If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong, whoa

I've been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong



These are tragic times

If you think we'll let it slide, you're dead wrong, whoa

I've been up all night

Just trying to decide how to be strong