Rumors of War

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'.

No 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.

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.

And in the darkness I hear someone say,

'You can't take back what you never gave away'.
No 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.