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…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
