RUMORS OF WAR

He sang a tune or two in a one man band
then hopped a train to a distant and nameless land.
He sang a tune or two in a one man band
then hopped a train to a distant and nameless land.
And in a boxcar he heard someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.


There are rumors of war; there are holes in the sky.
The dead line the roads but no one hears them cry.
There are rumors of war; there are holes in the sky.
The dead line the roads but no one hears them cry.
The living are throwing stones into an empty well.
Their houses are bare; they have nothing left to sell.
The living are throwing stones into an empty well.
Their houses are bare; they have nothing left to sell.


I hum along to a song that I know and understand
as I trudge toward that distant and nameless land.
I hum along to a song that I know and understand
as I trudge toward that distant and nameless land.
And in the darkness I hear someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.
And in the darkness I hear someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.