Many have traveled this road before I see their tracks in the dirt But maybe I don’t agree With where they are leading And who am I, just a youth But why has that become the excuse
Your flood of empty words
As they drive away in the bandwagon Didn’t feel like hitching a ride Oh, but I’ll be fine Some nights it’s hard to be alone I want some kind of kinship
Your flood of empty words
They’ll call us revolutionaries They’ll call us revolutionaries
Your flood of life giving words They will refresh, they will refresh
Your flood of life giving words