Returning The Exodus

How come I've got the feeling,
That we've got it all wrong;
Looks are deceiving,
And the feeling's so strong,
That what's lacking can't be counted,
And the substance is all gone;

And you're crying wolf,
As our youth walk away;
Plotting and scheming,
How you might make them stay;
But your grays all blend together,
And they can't tell night from day;

Why don't you tell them a story,
One that's desperately true;
And when they wake in the morning,
And find that they're new;
They'll sing the song themselves;
And they'll sing louder than you;

In this great desperation,
We're brought to our knees;
Swinging from branches,
In our own rootless trees;
But the freedom's so complete,
For the one who would believe.