AMERIICAN REQUIEM

Nothing really ends

For things to stay the same, they have to change again

Hello, my old friend

You change your name but not the ways you play pretend

American Requiem

Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah)

Amen

It's a lot of talking going on

While I sing my song

Can you hear me?

I said, "Do you hear me?"

Looka dere, looka dere now

Looka dere, looka dere

Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere

Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere

Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere

Looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere

It's a lotta chatter in here

But let me make myself clear

Can you hear me?

Or do you fear me? (Ow)

Can we stand for something?

Now is the time to face the wind (Ow)

Coming in peace and love, y'all, oh

A lotta taking up space

Salty tears beyond my gaze

Can you stand me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can we stand for something?

Now is the time to face the wind

Now ain't the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in

Thinking to myself (Thinking to myself)

It's a lot of talking going on, oh

While I sing my song, yeah

Do you hear me when I say?

Do you hear me when I say?

Looka dere, looka dere

Looka, look-, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka, looka dere, looka dere

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looka dere

Oh, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere, looka dere

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-look, yeah

Can we stand for something?

Now is the time to face the wind (Now is the time to face the wind)

Now ain't the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in (To let love in)

Together can we stand?

Looka dere, looka in my hand

The grand-baby of a moonshine man

Gadsden, Alabama

Got folks down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana

Used to say I spoke, "Too Country"

And then the rejection came, said I wasn't country enough

Said I wouldn't saddle up, but

If that ain't country, tell me what is

Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years

They don't, don't know how hard I had to fight for this

When I sing my song

When I sing the song of Abraham

When the angels guide and take my hand

Goodbye to what has been

Pretty house that we never settled in

A funeral for fair-weather friends

I am the one to cleanse me of my Father's sins

American Requiem

Them big ideas, are buried here (Yeah, yeah)

Amen