I wrote this song yesterday, thinking about the time we're in, about my grandfather in WWII, about the strength of community and the human spirit in tough times. Here are the lyrics:
the way out
my granddad was a soldier
on the fronts in 41
the bullets took his brothers
but his stubborn luck held on
the sky was filled with fire
millions lost in flames
hate and love were all there
and the world's never the same
some days will sink in sadness
and the weight of them too tough
don't lose yourself to madness
the way out is love
when the new york towers crumbled
we were all new yorkers too
for a moment all just human
not the same old red or blue
and the wicked'll go on scheming
for the power in the pain
but the heart that longs for freedom
is a fire they'll never tame
some days will sink in sadness
and the weight of them too tough
don't lose yourself to madness
the way out is love
the virus took our comfort
that was never ours to own
when the enemy is inside us
we're together but alone
this life is so damn fragile
a leaf caught by the wind
but every breath that's tragic
ignites a hope within
some days will sink in sadness
and the weight of them too tough
don't lose yourself to madness
the way out is love