Sharing secrets with a madman
Crunch Berries around the breakfast table
Pouring milk in jugs of nonsense
From cows in designer labels

Voices from the refrigerator
Offer cubes of sugar
Singing Carols in the springtime
Like it was Mid-December

The bacon interprets modern dance
Sizzling  in the frying pan
The lights flickering on and off in Morris code
Grocery prices in the Yucatan

As you talk about the weather
With the windows painted black
Talking in sideways motions
You wonder what's up with that

Sharing secrets with a mad man
Are the best secrets kept

Who knows why
Before the dawn of time
We were called for such a time as this

In the Masters plan
Every grain of sand
Is poured out where he chooses best

Every century
Has had its saints
With a cause because of you

Here we are today
Standing with those saints
Proclaiming that same truth

Let's not go to waste
Such a time as this
In spreading the good news

For we are called
Heart, mind, body, soul
For such a time as this