I dust off these memories just once in a while, I take them out and waltz them around. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, And I see the things I lost, the things I found. I try not to live in the past But these days it's hard not to. I roam and I wonder just how this war will be won, This boat is carrying on water There's trouble on the border While we watch the whole thing burn. The way things were before the hammer fell Was not govern by either Heaven or Hell Man is a fool and thinks his will should be done. If he keeps it up, it's over before it's begun. Where's the love we are craving? Why is there only maniacs raving On our televisions every night? They talk how the other side needs to be beat But all they show is the outline of a white sheet.