When we were young we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye
We learned about the world around us
At our desks and at dinner time
Reminded of the starving children
We cleaned our plates with guilty minds
And the stones in the road
We played like marbles in the dust
Until a voice called for us
To make our way back home
When I was ten my father held me
On his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning
Pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all her children
At the sacred burial ground
The TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road
Flew out from our bicycle tires
Worlds removed from all those fires
As we raced each other home
And now we drink our coffee on the run
And climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons
And here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass
And hope our eyes don't meet
We pencil in we cancel out
We crave the corner suite
We kiss your ass, we make you hold
We doctor the receipt
And the stones in the road
Leave a mark from whence they came
A thousand points of light or shame
Baby, I don't know
Stones in the road