Bitter Man

There's a smile on the subway, as the punk gives up his seat
The piano tuner stops her work, to play something sad and sweet
And a bag of rice falls from the sky, so today the child will eat
The fighter pushes off the matt, and struggles to his feet
But will I become a Bitter Man, a Bitter Man with bitter ways
Or will your love make me a Bitter Man, shine a brighter light
On these gray days

A boy is bathed in shrapnel, in the forgotten western wing
But somewhere behind his blackened eyes, he can hear his Mama sing
Yo quiero mi pequeno, how I love my little one
And he dreams he walks in country on, the surface of the sun
So will I become a Better Man, a Better Man, with bitter ways
Or will your love make me, a Better Man
Shine a brighter light, on these gray days
I am a gray bird on the wing
I drink from hopes eternal spring
Brighter days of thee I sing, of thee I sing
Oh, oh, o, Bitter Man, a Bitter Man with bitter ways
Will your love make me, a Better Man,
shine a brighter light, on these gray, days
So will I become a Bitter Man, a Bitter Man, with bitter ways
Will your love make me, a Better Man,
shine a brighter light, on these gray, days