Protest Song

Sleep in a room that knows your name
Nights in a pile your house arranged
Taped to the wall what's strong at all
Goes with you
Passion thrown and in and out of there
Burned on the wrist make loving fists
For all who fight to sleep
I'm here by the wayside
you spinning before my eyes
Here where the kids desire what we desire
Here where I can clam up with
the good times calling out the lies
Calling out the truth
Is I have held you closer
than you'd imagine
Beaming in my hands
I have held you closer
than you could imagine
Flying from my hands