In My Heed (Acoustic Take)

Why change those jackets, just to leave the world behind
Not strictly acting while it's there
We make one mind up and, thinking it's sublime
Preach consternation from a chair

This simple attitude, its source mixed up inside
The leering certitude of fools
To teach the other saps that they don't need a guide
Requires humility, not rules

Don't care to argue
The dead will not shout
No future in virtue
The blessings of doubt
Don't boast about seasons
Omitting the rain
Those pestilent legions
They are rising, again

To strip the years away, let honesty obtain
It's not that simple, is it, son
The kitchen door ajar, a briefly heard refrain
The distant echo of a gun

Don't care to argue
The dead will not shout
No future in virtue
The blessings of doubt
Don't boast about seasons
Omitting the rain
Those pestilent legions
They are rising, again



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Miller
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