It seemed the better way

 

It seemed the better way

When first I heard him speak

But now it’s much too late

To turn the other cheek

 

It sounded like the truth

It seemed the better way

You’d have to be a fool

To choose the meek today

 

I wonder what it was

I wonder what it meant

He seemed to touch on love

But then he touch on death

 

Better hold my tongue

Better learn my place

Lift my glass of blood

Try to say the Grace