As I sat listening in the other room

Time passes, swiftly, the world’s on fast wheels, 

it isn’t hard to comprehend just why 

we need a sort of madness that reveals 

what morning shows us, and what darkness seals

to keep us from replacing truth with lie.

Time passes swiftly, the world’s on fast wheels,

we need a sort of madness that reveals.

we need a bardic frenzy like McNeill’s,

but Tony’s at the palace in the sky.

We need a sort of madness that reveals

what’s truly there, what stands when a man kneels 

praying to absent gods who won’t deny

time passes swiftly, the world’s on fast wheels.

Were we to understand that light reveals

the hardest knowledge on which we rely:

Time passes swiftly, the world’s on fast wheels,

we need a sort of madness that reveals.