Voices on the Wind Open Theme
Indignation by James F. Gaines It was never quite clear Whether he was unworthy of the nation Or the nation was unworthy of him The latter pleased him most But simply put A nation is what it is Having no spare time For the silliness he had in mind The frat rats annoyed him Not because they were rats But because they failed to share His taste in cheeses Chapel irked and itched at him Because hed already thrown God away The way a feckless vagrant Discards a winter coat In the first mild days of spring For him any Ohio Began and ended with a zero He could never see the hi In between no matter How you spelled it Quickly he converted The bright notes of success Into the harder currency of aggression