Thoughts And Prayers
I'm breaking and waiting
Watching your hands on the clock and I
Wonder if you see
How I feel
You're shifting and blaming
Aiming your politics right in my neck
Trying to change
How I feel
I sing to the only home I've ever known
I'm asking her how we've come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
We let the good die young
Oh
Oh
It's not just the classrooms
It's our congregations and concert lines
Asking if you see
How they feel
And all those barstools
All of the children who ran to hide
Are wishing that you'd see
How they feel
I sing to the only home I've еver known
I'm asking her how we'vе come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
They're shooting the stars and you're watching them fall
In the comfort of your own home
We live in the nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
Yeah, we let the good die young
Oh, oh, oh
We let the good die young
Oh, oh, oh
So I sing to the only home I've ever known
Asking her how we've come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
Well, I've spoken up, but it wasn't enough
'Cause a son lost a father today
A woman was gunned down today
Tell me your heart doesn't break
Don't send me your thoughts and prayers
'Cause they don't go anywhere
When we let the good die young
Watching your hands on the clock and I
Wonder if you see
How I feel
You're shifting and blaming
Aiming your politics right in my neck
Trying to change
How I feel
I sing to the only home I've ever known
I'm asking her how we've come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
We let the good die young
Oh
Oh
It's not just the classrooms
It's our congregations and concert lines
Asking if you see
How they feel
And all those barstools
All of the children who ran to hide
Are wishing that you'd see
How they feel
I sing to the only home I've еver known
I'm asking her how we'vе come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
They're shooting the stars and you're watching them fall
In the comfort of your own home
We live in the nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
Yeah, we let the good die young
Oh, oh, oh
We let the good die young
Oh, oh, oh
So I sing to the only home I've ever known
Asking her how we've come
To live in a nightmare, American-grown
Where we let the good die young
Well, I've spoken up, but it wasn't enough
'Cause a son lost a father today
A woman was gunned down today
Tell me your heart doesn't break
Don't send me your thoughts and prayers
'Cause they don't go anywhere
When we let the good die young
Credits
Writer(s): Brittney Spencer, Brock Human, Olivia Yokubonis
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