It's All Who You Know

For the want of a marker, the doctors lost their place
For the want of a cut-line, they couldn't lift his face
For the want of a facelift, his ratings dropped
Then the sit-com folded, then the network flopped

After the climb
After time turns design to despair
It is good
Nothing's fair
It's all who you know

For the want of a cough drop, the musher's throat went hoarse
For the want of direction, the huskies went off course
Then the sled got snowbound, it took some time to free 'em
Now they're on display inside the British Museum

After the climb
After time turns design to despair
It is good
Nothing's fair
It's all who you know
And after the fall
After all of our strivings are dust
Even so
Good for us
It's all who you know

For the want of a compass, we'd be shuffling charts
For the want of good radar, we'd be glacier parts
For the want of a lighthouse, can't you see?
We'd be lost at sea
Lost at sea

Recorded by the Newsboys.  Lyrics by Steve Taylor

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