The battle's been lost, the war is not won An addled republic, a bitter refund The business first flat-earthers licking their wounds The verdict is dire, the country's in ruins Providence blinked, facing the sun Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done So we've written our stories to entertain These notions of glory and bull market gain The teleprompt flutters, the power surge springs An easy-speak message falls into routine Providence blinked, facing the sun Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done A voice whispers "Son, The blessed vision comes" What have I done What have I done So hold tight your babies and your guns Forgive us our trespa**es, father and son Providence blinked, facing the sun Where are we left to carry on Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done Until the day is done