In the land of the free. So many are living in chains. All around us is fear. We push and we pull. In our longings for love. Here in the home of the brave.
I've been lookin' at the past, I've wasted too much time. On things that won't last. I've built a kingdom out of rubble and sand. But I don't, I don't want to hold on to it all.
We're living in this world. But are we making a difference. Maybe the salt in us is out of season. They look into our eyes. I wonder what are they seeing.
Well I've seen the news. And I've heard the questions. Seems the thing to do. Is to keep second guessing. The one who made the earth and sky. I guess it's okay just to wonder why.
"and you have believed those ideas and concepts". "and you have believed those ideas and concepts". ... . How de fuck can you believe, that people turns to spirits?.
We stand alone on a quiet empty street. Just you and I and a love that's bitter sweet. On a corner where the street lamp's not so bright. That's where we meet under cover of the night.
I knew the state of ol' Wisconsin back when I was eight. I sang all over Minneapolis lookin' for a break. I rode the rapid rivers with the Chiquoia Indian tribe.