Verse 1

We make agreements in the afternoon

and by evening the agreements burn

We send machines into the heavy air

and wait to learn what they return

The young ones sharpen what the old ones handed down

and cross the borders we drew

Somewhere a monument is being chiseled out

of all the things we couldn't undo

Chorus

We are not the fire and not the treaty

We are the hour between them, gray and long

We are the names that don't make the ledger

We are the ones who carry what went wrong

Still we wake into the Monday of it

still we move through the summer's brutal weight

Smoke ratifies the deal we never signed

we ratify it anyway, too late

Bridge

Something falls into the water, uncounted

Something strikes before the ink is dry

The teenage messenger delivers what he was given

and doesn't ask the reason or the why

A statue faces somewhere it once mattered

its bronze cheek catching the same sun as ours

We've been negotiating since before our fathers

been wearied since before we knew the hours

Verse 2

The political storm was seeded in a scroll

thumbed by ten thousand hands that never met

We built the engine that refines the anger

and haven't figured out how to stop it yet

So we carry Monday like a stone in summer

deal to deal and coast to burning coast

and ask which part of all of this is living

and which part is simply keeping score

Outro

Still here

Still wearied

Still under the same sun

Smoke in the air

We carry it on

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.