When I was a child I heard them coming from my Sisters
room and they spoke of peace and love and war and hate
and hope and doom.
And I knew they would change the world and mend this
broken nation. Now they feel like memories coming from
the oldies station.
Just a bunch of words in a simple chain. On a hotel
napkin with a red wine stain.
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will
soon be gone.
Just a song.
The monkey took my friend and beat him right into the
ground. So I was there the day they spread his ashes
all around.
I sang one I wrote for him, but felt just like a hack
because I knew my pretty little ditty wasn't ever gonna
bring him back
Chorus
One to move us, one to sooth us, one to educate. Major
happy, minor sad, sometimes modulate.
I know a pirate in the Caribbean who's broken all the
rules. Now he stands and sings for drunken kids from NY
private schools.
I ask him how he keeps it up and his eyes begin to
glisten. He says, "It's who I am, it's what I do on the
off chance they might listen"
To a bunch of words in a simple chain. On a hotel
napkin with a red wine stain.
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will
soon be gone.
Just a song. Just a bunch of words in a simple chain
and a happy tune and a sad refrain.
Just a bunch of word and some simple chords that will
soon be gone.
Just a song
But right or wrong, it's just a song.
We gotta soldier on , it's just a song...
So many things are wrong and most people don't listen to those trying to tell the truth. But we have to keep trying on the chance someone will care and really listen. "We gotta soldier on."