There's a chink of blue gum
stuck to the bottom of a bump
That I'm lying under, laying low
Looking up through the wood slabs,
count the light in distance
Tonight we'll drive across the city
And we'll put lots of hairspray
in our hair to look pretty
Anticipation keeps us alive
Now I don't know where I'm going
I barely know where I've been
All I know is I'm still looking for
The buzz of the air conditioner
Trying to keep us all cool
Back when having a hammer
Tonight we'll drive to the
Negotiate the angles of our guitars
There's a chance to sing to this nation
Now I don't know where I'm going
I barely know where I've been
All I know is I'm still looking for
When I was three I wanted to be ten
When I was ten wanted to be sixteen
Then came the tap upon my shoulder
Telling me that every age is older
Now I'm not a millionaire,
Mountains, oceans and hands
And you can go there too,
Tell your president, your prime minister
Tell your senator and your janitor
Fathers and nurses, drivers of horses
Rabbis and cantors, grocery men, henders
And all other spiritual custodians
To stop lying and lying and cheating
Deleting, mistreating and bombing
and we'll travel across this country
We've been weeping on the other side
And we'll put tons of anti -ammunition
that can keep us alive now
And I know where you've been
And I'm happy just to breathe
