I sit alone in the morning light,
a piece of paper in my hand.
I didn't get to sleep last night.
I was thinking about my old friend.
Bad news coming down the wire.
Another victim of unfriendly fire.
We are closer to truth
in dangerous times.
And we are closer to truth.
Pain and suffering all about,
never hit so close to home.
Right now I'm so filled with doubt,
has God left us all alone?
Staring up at the empty skies.
Does anyone know why we are closer to truth?
In dangerous times,
we are closer to truth.
And we are nearer to God.
When our lives are on the line,
we are nearer to God.
The last time I saw my friend,
he just laughed and said goodbye.
That's how I always think of him,
standing there so alive.
Through the best and the worst of times,
seems we always find we are closer to truth.
In dangerous times,
we are closer to truth.
And we are nearer to God. When our lives are on the line,
we are nearer to God.
We are dying for love.
For all of mankind,
we are dying for love.
In dangerous times,
in dangerous times.