Ray Lamontagne
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People on the street now, faces long and grim.
Souls are feeling heavy, and faith is growing thin.
Fears are getting stronger, and feel it on their eyes.
Hopelessness got some by the throat.
You can see it in their eyes.
I said I'll come, I'll come.
Everybody on a shoestring, everybody in a hole,
everybody on an old jet plane crossing their fingers
and toes.
Government man spit his politics till they got you pinned.
Everybody trying to reach out to each other, but they don't know where to begin.
I said, "How come I can't tell the free world from a living hell?"
I said, "How come?
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?"
I said, "How come?
Pistol now is prophet, bolt some kind of lord and king
Pain is the only promise the so-called savior is gonna bring
Love can be a liar and justice can be a thief
And freedom can be an empty cup in which everybody wanna drink
I said, how come I can't tell the free world from a living hell? I said, how come?
I said, how come all I see is a child of God in misery? I said, how come?
It's just man, killin' man, killin' man, killin' man, killin' man, I don't understand it.
It's just man, killin' man, killin' man, killin' man, killin' man, I don't understand it.
It's just mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, givin' mine, giv
How come?
How come? I said how come?