The Truth Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

Well, I was arrested for disturbing the peace 

But hey, I was disturbing the war 

I was holding a small white handkerchief 

Singing, "Please, don't fight, no more" 

And I thought that there'd be an army each side 

But there were just two guys wearing very bad ties 

So I shouted until my throat went hoarse 

And they cut out my voicebox of course 

I was taken to court in a city of gold 

Where silence is a sure sign of guilt 

Where you can't speak out in your own defense 

Or be heard over worlds being built 

And the trial was a farce as befitted a place 

Where comedy and tragedy share the same face 

The judge read the verdict, a curtain was raised 

An audience roared out its praise 

And I said, "Where's the truth around here today? 

Where do fact and fiction separate? 

Who's the big guy that we have to pay 

To find the truth, to find the truth?" 

It all made the news but the story was wrong 

And the photo wasn't even of me 

And the great God I love, He intoned from above 

You shouldn't sniff at free publicity 

But it wasn't the voice, I'd expected to hear 

It was thin and unclear like Richard Gere 

And somebody said, "God's had a bad fall 

That's his manager taking his calls" 

And I said, "Where's the truth around here today? 

Where do fact and fiction, go their separate ways? 

I know that we were much too clever to pray 

But where's the truth to find the truth?" 

I was put in a cell for the whole afterlife 

But my mind was just as free as could be 

Somebody said, "Just your body's enchained" 

And you can guess how that encouraged me 

So I wandered and roamed for the rest of my days 

I was clearing my name, I was apportioning blame 

When I woke up, it was all a dream, all was well 

When I woke up, I woke up in my cell 

And I said, "Where's the truth around here today? 

Where do fact and fiction separate? 

And no one wants to be the one to say 

Where's the truth, see where's the truth 

See where's the truth in this world today?" 

I was arrested for disturbing the peace 

And I was disturbing the war 

I was holding a small white handkerchief 

I was singing, "Please, don't fight, any more"