Veckans kluring

Everybody is wondering what and where they all came from
everybody is worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
when the whole thing's done

but no one knows for certain

and so it's all the same to me

Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightning-bugs fly

but I can't see too good, I got tears in my eyes

I'm leaving tomorrow but I don't wanna go

I love you my town, you'll always live in my soul

And there's just so many people trying to get me on the phone

and there's bills to pay, and songs to play, and a house to make a home

I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry

But I gave joy to my mother and I made my lover smile

and I can give comfort to my friends when they're hurting

and I can make it seem better for a while

We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars

So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors

and we call ourselves the advanced civilization

that sounds like crap to me

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