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The Scheme of Things

In the scheme of things
There’s a lot of bull
Of things that come
And things that go
And lots of stuff and other things
That don’t add up
In the scheme of things

There’re worldly goods
And worldly wealth
And worldly power
And worldly health
And many things that man may sing
But don’t mean much
In the scheme of things

There’re credit cards
And fancy clothes
And fancy things
The fancy chose
And lots of fancy knick-knack things
That just don’t count
In the scheme of things

There’re memories
Upon a shelf
And little fights
And thoughts of self
And palaces and earthly kings
Who have no crown
In the scheme of things

There’re family trees
Without the leaves
And verbal knives
Without their sheaves
And marriages of diamond rings
That won’t hold up
In the scheme of things

‘Cause in the scheme of things
In the way things go
You can only reap
Those things you sow
So you have to sow important things
That matter most
In the scheme of things

‘Cause there’re memories
You dust and shine
And marriages
That out-last time
And family trees that take the dings
And stand throughout
The scheme of things

There’s truth and light
And heartfelt love
And charity
And hope above
And joy inside from doing things
That only count
In the scheme of things