We Are Doing Just Fine

I can say a word or two if you ask me about it
I can summon all my strength and steer you away from doubt
I can say a word or two now that no one hears
before someone does finally appear
I can say a word or two, now you really want me to
as you're pouring me that glass of red wine
After all these troubled years we are doing, we are doing just fine

I can cite Hegel and Marx, Sagan, Luther and Parks
I can let a bunch of greek guys draw the cosmos at large
I can read some meditations the emperor of Rome
kept under a pillow at home
I can let Jesus himself tell you all about mankind
and I'll wait at the end to remind
After all these troubled years we are doing, we are doing just fine

I can walk the many paths to the promised land
I can see the Big Red One make it to the sand
I can name all kings and tyrants that come to mind
and a thousand ways to be blind
I can count so many men lying dead across the field
and so many more there, waiting in line
Despite all these troubled years we are doing, we are doing just fine

But tomorrow day that I cannot tell
nor the wars that are to come
Will the land be green soon after I leave
and another takes his turn?
And another takes his turn

I can drink from every ocean we've ever crossed
I can speak in every language that ever was lost
I can teach you all the lessons I did attend
Ain't the ones I did understand
I can fall for many women, I can break a million hearts
Just as many times I get to break mine
After all these troubled years we are doing, we are doing just fine

I can drive a one man shuttle to the moon and back
I can ask the gods for hope if it is hope what I lack
I can gamble with a stranger on our way to Mars
if we guide ourselves through the stars
I can watch myself up close in an instant that I chose
as we meddle with the boundaries of time
After all these troubled years we are doing, we are doing just fine

But tomorrow day that I cannot tell
nor the wars that are to come
Will the land be green soon after I leave
and another takes his turn?
And another takes his turn

I can spend all day remembering how we came this far
I can taste a hint of fortune, smell a scent of bizarre
I can improvise some lyrics on the rise and fall
of doctrines and cities and walls
I can make it plain to see that our future history
is whichever we all agree to design
Facing all these troubled years we'll be doing, we'll be doing just fine