Stories

There's a boy in a tiny house
And it's crumbling in the swelterin south
An angry call today
You're gonna fight for freedom anyway
There's a girl in a forest home
And it's singing with the folks that it's grown
The soldiers came today
And now she's gotta do whatever it takes
It doesn't change
Oh but who's really to blame

Why all the walls
And the bombs and the laws
Are we all so despised
That we need these divides
They say good fences make good neighbors
But I just don't believe in
These stories we weave

There's a man starving on the street
And he's told he should glad to be free
They say you're better off
At least you're not livin in the Eastern Bloc
Woman cries in the desert heat
Cause she knows the roar of democracy
The planes came in too fast
All she can do is pray it doesn't last
And they're both so tired
Oh but who started the fires

I wanna know
All the wonders that grow
In the places across
The wide open sky
But you know they sure do make it hard
To just relax into my life
We can't just sit by