The old man turned off the radioSaid, "Where did all of the old songs goKids sure play funny music these daysThey play it in the strangest ways"Said, "it looks to me like they've all gone wildIt was peaceful back when I was a child"Well, man, could it be that the girls and boysAre trying to be heard above your noise?And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"
A little boy of three sittin' on the floorLooks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?""son, that's when people fight and die"The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?"A young man of seventeen in Sunday schoolBeing taught the golden ruleAnd by the time another year has gone aroundIt may be his turn to lay his life downCan you blame the voice of youth for asking"What is truth?"
A young man sittin' on the witness standThe man with the book says "Raise your hand""Repeat after me, I solemnly swear"The man looked down at his long hairAnd although the young man solemnly sworeNobody seems to hear anymoreAnd it didn't really matter if the truth was thereIt was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hairAnd the lonely voice of youth cries"What is truth?"
The young girl dancing to the latest beatHas found new ways to move her feetThe young man speaking in the city squareIs trying to tell somebody that he caresYeah, the ones that you're calling wildAre going to be the leaders in a little whileThis old world's wakin' to a new born dayAnd I solemnly swear that it'll be their wayYou better help the voice of youth find"What is truth?"