Does the shade choose
Who to shelter? Who to comfort?
Does the ace choose
Whose hand to grace? Whose luck to turn?

And I promise not to run from the answers that are comin'
Thick and fast, thick and fast

Does the cold wind choose
Whose breath to take? And whose mind to clear?

And I promise not to run from the answers that are comin'
Thick and fast, thick and fast

Does the truth choose
Who to trouble?
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble

And I promise not to run from the answers that are comin'
Thick and fast, thick and fast