Nothing really ends
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play pretend
American Requiem
Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah)
Amen
Amen
It's a lot of talking going on
While I sing my song
Can you hear me?
I said, "Do you hear me?"
Looka dere, looka dere now
Looka dere, looka dere
Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere
Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere
Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere
Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere
It's a lotta chatter in here
But let me make myself clear
Can you hear me?
Or do you fear me? (Ow)
Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (Ow)
Covered in peace and love, y'all, oh
A lotta taking up space
Sly tears beyond my gaze
Can you stand me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind
Now ain't the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in
Thinking to myself (Thinking to myself)
It's a lot of talking going on, oh
While I sing my song, yeah
Do you hear me when I say?
Do you hear me when I say?
Do you hear me when I say?
Looka dere, looka dere
Looka, look-, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere
L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka dere
Oh, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere
L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-look, yeah
Can we stand for something?
Now is the time to face the wind (Now is the time to face the wind)
Now ain't the time to pretend
Now is the time to let love in (To let love in)
Together can we stand?
Looka dere, looka in my hand
The grand-baby of a moonshine man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got folks down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana
Used to say I spoke, "Too country"
And then the rejection came, said I wasn't country enough
Said I wouldn't saddle up, but
If that ain't country, tell me what is
Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years
They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this
When I sing my song
When I sing the song of Abraham
When the angels guide and take my hand
Goodbye to what has been
Pretty house that we never settled in
A funeral for fair-weather friends
I am the one to cleanse me of my Father's sins
American Requiem
Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah)
Amen
