| Meet me at the water's edge tonight | |
| Running out of places to hide | |
| You say that these are nothing more than words | |
| But they're all words from old songs | |
| Junior was a champion dancer | |
| Mama couldn't make him stay | |
| If he comes back with both his legs then | |
| I'm Sure he's gonna dance again | |
| All this talk of war | |
| Is it everyday | |
| Hatred resides in a fitful mind and | |
| I Don't want to live that way | |
| You leave between the stepping stones of life | |
| Be careful not to slip now | |
| You're too young to die | |
| Your blood is full of energy | |
| There's fire in your eyes | |
| But these people aren't your enemy | |
| The truth gets disguised | |
| Junior was top of his class | |
| Said he'd be a doctor one day | |
| Bullet in the spine | |
| Now he's paralyzed | |
| And he ain't ever gonna walk again | |
| All this talk of war | |
| Is it everyday | |
| Now it's raging inside | |
| And the bullets are flying | |
| Can't find a good enough reason why | |
| So many colors in this world | |
| And all of them are beautiful | |
| So many colors in this world | |
| And all of them are beautiful | |
| Don't make your mind a prison cell | |
| Don't make your mind a prison cell | |
| Don't make your mind a prison cell | |
| Don't make your mind a prison cell | |
| You have no right to play god | |
| You have no right to play god | |
| So meet me at the water's edge |