for all we have saved, for all we have cost for all we have played and all we have lost some of us loved more than love would allow but it’s back to the drawing board now for all of our hell fi re, believing in right for all of our money and all of our might and all of the times that we stand up to bow it’s back to the drawing board now didn’t it seem like yesterday we were tough, bring ‘em on, we could take any of ‘em y’gotta admit this is a hell of a way to start a millenium there’s comfort in faith and there’s rhythm in prayer and how many times have we looked for it there if we didn’t know why, well at least we knew how but it’s back to the drawing board now didn’t it seem like we couldn’t be shaken we had our alibi sewn up tight but yesterday another angel was taken and the moon’s had a hard time performing tonight for all i have known for all i have seen from fort lee to fresno and all in between for all i have tasted for all my ideals the times i have faked it, the times i was real for all that we’ve mended, then torn and then sewn for all of the fi ngers worked to the bone famine and fl ames and fl oods to the roof man, i wish that hearts were made disaster proof somehow we get past stalin, hitler and mao but it’s back to the drawing board now yeah we just rolled up our sleeves and we knitted our brow but it’s back to the drawing board now jay bellerose...drums