elegance and grace

you make the rules but cannot make them stick
many refuse the laws that you enact
the temple's made of mud and not of brick
you make the rules but cannot make them stick

a little elbow grease won't do the trick
no one believes the need to be exact
you make the rules but cannot make them stick
many refuse the laws that you enact

it's not a dispute over truth or fact
your power's a thing of magic and of chance
the world's not written like a simple tract
it's not a dispute over truth or fact

you wait and others just cannot react
in all the ways you want them to advance
it's not a dispute over truth or fact
your power's a thing of magic and of chance

around the fields you watch the young ones prance
there's none apart from you who will say nay
they do not give you a mere backward glance
around the fields you watch the young ones prance

there's something missing when you join the dance
but what it is not one of us will say
around the fields you watch the young ones prance
there's none apart from you who will say nay

in joining with us when we praise the day
you give your noble hand an angry flick
as if to deny we share the same clay
in joining with us when you praise the day

you want to leave you never want to stay
fearing that we your vaunted pride will nick
in joining with us when we praise the day
you give your noble hand an angry flick