To Be Counted Among Men

Young Paul decides upon a future

And he asks from her a favor

He wants to know if she will tell him

If he's for Hell or he's for Heaven

If he's for Hell he'll show no sorrow

Until he's born again tomorrow

If he's for Heaven there's no reason

To lament the passing season

She says, "Don't be a fool, son"

"There aren't any rules, son"

And as she spoke

He lost his faith

He asked her name, she told him Laurie

Proceeded to give him her life story

She was a teacher and a scholar

They built a statue in her honor

Then she became a slave in ancient Athens

She doesn't know quite how it happened

Now she paints faces in the city

Making all those ugly girls look pretty

She says, "Look at this town, son"

"Take a good look around, son"

"Why should anyone here be saved?"

So he says, "Every crooked lane"

"That you can see"

"Every open hole, every hollow tree"

"Is a home for creatures loved by me"

"And oh, to be counted among them"

"Among them"

"Oh, to be counted among them"

"Among them"

"Oh, to be counted among them"