Randy

A yellow lawn and a white house in summer
The blank space of an imperfect memory
A single empty room that has forgotten more than I remember
A bright day, an oppressive heat
A hundred, a thousand, a billion people
With the same idea of freedom
And the same compulsion to tell others how to live
As if anybody living really needs them

It doesn't take much to be decent to people
And even less to just not care
There is so much bleeding from hearts that only beat in anger
Or disgust at just being asked to share

It doesn't take much to be decent to people
And even less to just not care
There is so much bleeding from hearts that only beat in anger
Or disgust at just being asked to share



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Boles
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