Time's just grains of sand blown out of sight by winds of change
Nothing done by man alone is destined to remain
Our own desires deceive us and pervert the best laid plans
In wickedness and desperation beats the heart of man
Boats without an anchor, ships without a sail
Blown by doubt and circumstance, too far gone to bail
Why go past the harbor, why ignore the light
Sailing on an endless sea, to vanish in the night
CHORUS:
If you build with a crooked cornerstone
How you hope to make it stand?
If your ship goes down in heavy seas
How you gonna get to land?
What you gonna do when the river rises
And your house is on the sand?
If you build with a crooked cornerstone
How you gonna make it stand?
Sit and watch the river when the flood is rising high
The wreckage of the race upstream, the flotsam of the lie
Houses from the riverside, shanties from the pier
All the ones who'd told themselves, "It'll never happen here."
