Lyrics: Joanna

I can see my old man singing harvest into the night

I can see him tapping his rings on the wheel as he drives

Plain to me needle and the damage done in my mind

Memories the radio wasn't working for a time

And we can all hold our sweetest memories

And pull them from the shadows of the darkness we've seen

And hold them like a beacon on this crazy journey

In this ever changing world and its secret societies

I can see happy faces dancing long into the night

And I can see children rolling in the dirt by the fire

Sweet memories laying face up little hand tucked in mine

Respectfully sharing stories of the stars from another time

And it was hard to imagine a scene

Where the people of the world would be locked down in their streets

And the borders that we knew to be careless and free

Had become strict state lines and illegal to breach

I agree without love there's no foundation to start

And I agree all that matters are the matters of the heart

Plain to see all the hatred in the wells of the past

Lost at sea treading water between the light and the dark

And it's not hard to imagine a scene

Where all religions of the world come together in peace

To wash the hands of time to start over and see

If we can love the earth just like the ancients believed

And it's not hard to imagine a scene

Where the rhythm of the earth is in perfect harmony

Where the songs of the birds put you quietly to sleep

And with the sweetest morning breeze they pull you gently from your dreams

Your dreams