In

three

twen-

ty

five,

the

Cou-

ncil

de-

vised

A

set

of

sac-

red

tes-

ta-

ments,

trans-

pa-

re-

nt

and

wise.

The

truth

is

on-

ly

e-

ver

re-

lied

on

that

which

we

ag-

ree

and

a-

bide.

At

the

meet-

ing

of

the

minds.

Read-

ing

of

the

times.

O-

pen

the

blinds.

To

our

com-

pli-

ca-

ted

lives.

We

all

need

some

kind

of

creed

to

lead

us

to

light.

In

old

Ten-

nes-

see,

the

last

cen-

tu-

ry.

All

scopes

were

fixed

on

le-

gal

tricks

and

whe-

ther

or

not

we

Should

teach

kids

na-

tural

phi-

lo-

so-

phy,

de-

spite

un-

com-

for-

table

ve-

ri-

ty.

At

the

meet-

ing

of

the

minds.

Read-

ing

of

the

times.

O-

pen

the

blinds.

To

our

com-

pli-

ca-

ted

lives.

We

all

need

some

kind

of

creed

to

lead

us

to

light.

There's

a

bea-

con

that

shines

in

the

night,

a

dark

pitch

though

it

may

be.

And

the

hal-

cy-

on

fields

of

op-

por-

tu-

ni-

ty

turn

out

to

be

con-

sen-

su-

al

and

ar-

bi-

tra-

ry.

To-

day

on

my

ride

I

wit-

nessed

a

guy

Com-

plain-

ing

a-

bout

how

a

so--

and--

so

had

lied.

No

lon-

ger

will

the

mar-

ket

de-

cide

What

the

go-

vern-

ment

should

pro-

vide.

At

the

meet-

ing

of

the

minds.

Read-

ing

of

the

times.

O-

pen

the

blinds.

To

our

com-

pli-

ca-

ted

lives.

We

all

need

some

kind

of

creed

to

lead

us

to

light.