No cars on the highway
No planes in the sky
Outside my window
No one passing by
It's self-isolation
In self-defense
Brother, I'll see you
When the world makes more sense
Selfish cruelty
Is the language of fear
It's warped and it's rotten
Beneath the veneer
They stand up their wall
And they sit on the fence
Brother, I'll see you
When the world makes more sense
The birds sing their chorus
To heal, reconcile
We'll learn their secrets
If we listen a while
We'll all save each other
Or let panic condense
Brother, I'll see you
When the world makes more sense
Brother, I'll see you
When the world makes more sense
