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