Let reason prevail.

For the pleasure of a woman the young man dug his grave
into the depths he sank no one could save

at the cross roads where desire and control meet
let reason prevail.


You pack up all you own and sell
though future you cannot tell

at the cross roads where hope and reserve meet
let reason prevail


To chase the lunatic who made off with your wash cloth
you emerge from the bath with on you noth


at the cross roads where thought and action meet
let reason prevail


you hate the man
yet help you he can


at the cross roads where pride and need meet
let reason prevail