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What We Are

04:30
Rich Krueger
2017
Rich Krueger

Lyrics

Now that your world has gone turned inside out 

And everything you hold true is plagued with doubt,

If there’s still a place where life’s wrestled free from fear,

And there’s a God who loves us,

It ain’t here.

Look, you and I both know that mistakes were made

As the philosopher said even Emperors will,

But it was telling the Emperor what kings just don’t want to hear

That got the philosopher killed.

When speaking lies is safer than speaking true,

Listen friend. There’s something you can do

Take your broken wooden heart

And carve yourself a gypsy violin.

Make it laugh just like a mother’s crying.

Listen while it whispers ‘The world isn’t dying

And tomorrow‘s really not that far.

Remember,

Tomorrow’s what we are’.

Get in my car.  I’ll drive us down to Ancient Rome,

54 AD.  Emperor Nero ‘s at home.

At night in his garden, Christian torches* aglow

He entertained the masses with a fiddle and a bow.

And like the late Spade Cooley, he kicked his wife to death.

He killed his brother and his mother, too.  It’s true.

 

And before Rome knew what hit her, fires would grow.

Tell me, does this sound like anyone you already know?

Somewhere hope can’t hurt you, it only makes you strong. 

Somewhere no one claims a thing’s right that’s just plain wrong.

Somewhere men know we must walk awhile in another man’s shoes,

And that a lie is a lie, and not ‘fake news’.

The stones on your chest ain’t really new.

These fallen seas around us can rise for me and for you.

Take your broken wooden heart

And carve yourself a gypsy violin.

Make it laugh just like a mother’s crying.

Listen while it whispers ‘The world isn’t dying

And tomorrow‘s really not that far.

Remember,

Tomorrow’s what we are’.