Big planes clip the air To the East and to the West They put an artificial heart, into the woman's chest There, he's so small, sitting on his wooden porch Big boys are playing toys Raising fists and waging wars That trickle of the moment slips into the blood He tries to be the change that he wants to see in the world
And out of suddenness, stock market crash Let politicians, looking carefully at the poles There always be one man sitting on his wooden porch Trying to be the change, Trying really really hard There always be one man sitting on his wooden porch The axis of the road Went straight through his heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
