There is no other medium that they will understand
You cannot write a book or play and sell it hand to hand
Nobody listens till you’ve given something they can talk about
Nobody listens to the person who just sits and starts to pout
I don’t know why
But most will die
Before they get a microphone
I don’t know why
That awful guy
Is liked so much for what he owns
I want to live in worlds where treating people right is what we see
I want to live in worlds where goodness is the traded currency
Why can’t we do it?
Why’s it so hard?
Why can’t we take this game that’s ended, throw it back to where it starts?
Listen y’all, I know you hear
You hear the words we read and write
We could change the world today if you would just give up tonight
I know you’re with me
I know it’s true
I know the things we think and say are all the things we want to do
But we need guidance
Up above
Tell me now, tell me straight: is this how I’m supposed to love?
