The crowds mill,
The people sing,
Hope springs eternal,
But all is infernal.

With all of their hope
There is only one question,
Not "will he succeed?",
But how will he fail?

Hope springs eternal,
But hope is a fool.
Look for the light,
But see only a storm.

Look to another,
Look away from yourself,
But tho' he is shinning
T'is you who are dark.