I toast and drink, while staggering toward the holy, hidden heart of it,
You'll swim and sink, drowning just to see a little part of it.
Will have to do for now,
It will do for now,
Have to do for now.
I live and learn that the rain against the window's saying, "Life is grace,"
That your every turn reveals a mystery hiding in the commonplace.
Will have to do for now,
It will do for now,
Have to do for now.
The Artful Dodger, down on Avarice street; he's inclined to repent, but the sin's too sweet,
He's imagining Heaven trough the multi-coloured glass, the icon pages, the blood and ashes.
He will do for now,
Will have to do for now,
He will have to do for now,
Have to do for now.
