Song Description
A lament of the current politcal climate...
Song Length |
4:47 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Country |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Worried, Moving |
Subject |
Liberal, Progressive, Worry |
Similar Artists |
The Black Crowes, Hank Williams |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
These days the darkness is growing long
And the news ain't nothing if it ain't bad
Even if they get the story wrong
If they want to sell something to make you happy they better make you sad
there's a crow up on my telephone wire
war brewin in the holy land
Trigger-happy fingers are bound to fire
If everybody's lying it?s hard to make a stand
CHORUS:
I'm calling you tonight my friend
So you can tell my why it makes sense again
Everything used to seem so clear
Now the color of the day is fear
"it's all in our hands" you say
I'd like to think you're right
So I'll just hold on tight
There's a cherry tree that grows in my back yard
And there's 50 sleeping at the church on the westside
I guess there's always been winners and there's been losers
Just seems like your fellow man should provide
CHORUS
The snow covers the land like a memory
There?s a man on death row whose clock is ticking
They weren?t his peers but they were the jury
and I can hear the churchbells ringing
CHORUS
I'm calling you tonight my friend
So you can tell my why it makes sense again
that someday it's be all clear
and we won't live underneath our fear
"it's all in our hands" you say
I'd like to think you're right
So I'll just hold on tight