The New Age

I'm the child of a sinner's daughter
I've been burned by a heavenly Sun
And I've cried more tears than I've smiled
Bought more pleasure than I've sold
And I've sought precision through these trials
The more and less of right and wrong

I don't believe in perfection
I don't deal in absolutes
I've chased wisdom
Through God and science
And I've felt the scorch of hate
And I've been thrown into the fire
But my mind sees better

I've got a taste of hope and I'm waking up
And though progress is slow
I'm counting on it
(I'm counting on it)
I'll let you know when it all makes sense
Still pharisees in Parliament

I will survive the ancient hate
Before reactionaries die
I've chased wisdom
Through God and science
And I've felt the scorch of hate
And I've been thrown into the fire
But my mind sees better

I've got a taste of hope and I'm waking up
And though progress is slow
I'm counting on
This world to grow
And be more open with its love
Drop a wise man into the future

He becomes the ignorant one
Privilege angels for their fortunes
The hypocrisy of religious war
And all the souls that get tortured
That's hard to reconcile

I've chased wisdom
Through God and science
And I've felt the scorch of hate
And been thrown into the fire
But my mind sees better
I've got a taste of hope and I'm waking up
And though progress is slow

I'm counting on it
I'm counting on it
My mind sees better
I've got a taste of hope and I'm waking up
And though progress is slow

I'm counting on it
And I'm counting you
And you're counting me too
My mind sees better
And I'm counting on it