Letra de Sentinel's Reprise: The Exit Interview

Pilots serve their resignations
While passengers spurn all destinations
But one.

Sage advice seems melodramatic
And can't be heard above the static
While the ladies wonder where the children
Have gone.

Lambs now find themselves applauding
As wolves in their midst still marauding
Preside.

Last shot, make it far enough,
For the last time.
Last stop, take it, time is up
For my design.

"X" marks the hour when the lights go on.
Oh, how long can you refuse?
Don't you know when all's been said and done,
It's still ours to lose?

Once and for all our ora pro nobises.

And the houselights flicker on,
To illuminate all to their standing—
All once hoped for, accomplished, intended
Made plain.