False from True

When my songs turn to ashes on my tongue When I look at the mirror and see I'm no longer young Then I got to start again the job of separating false from true And then I know, I know I need the love of you When I found tarnish on some of my brightest dreams When some folks I trusted turned out not quite what they seemed Then I got to start the job of separating false from true Then once more I know, I know I need the love of you No song I can sing will make Governor Wallace change his mind No song I can sing will take the gun from a hate-filled man But I promise you, and you, brothers and sisters of every skin I'll sing your story while I've breath within We got to keep on keeping on, even when the sun goes down We got to live, live, live, live 'til another day comes 'round Meanwhile, better start over separating false from true And more and more, I know I need the love of you