another love song might distract you
from the battle that we face
if you can’t lift your head up
then lift the desk up off your face
there’s something going on here
in this devastated place
we’ve all been sleeping soundly
rockabye right into grace
goodnight pretty lady
me and the band just played all night
by the time i got down to the phone
i guess you turned out the lights...
and the rockstars and the media
magicians in the promised land
the tv and the radio are
lullaby’s for sleight of hand
the networks and the new york
just operatives for uncle sam
The soldiers talk of what they’ve done
this sounds just like old vietnam
and she would just sing me idiot love songs
so i didn’t hear a thing
and her sweet lips in the darkness
threw cover over everything
messy hair doesn’t make you brilliant
reckoning yourself all night
what smiled this time
i think she was crying my friend
from her soulful corner
lost without the light
and staring out the window
into the shining night
you were way out of line
that terrible night
before you took off running
and you ran right out of sight…
or maybe
i suppose
it was me
who threw the bomb into bed
that night…
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