| Verse 1 |
In the city there's a man
Living quietly on the street
Computer takes your job
And there isn't much to eat
In a daycare plays a child
Spends another evening alone
Momma's off with her trainer
Daddy's on the plane to Rome
In a bar sits on old woman
Sipping her lunchtime gin
A family friend had taught her
To drink away what's within |
| Chorus |
Somewhere there's a restaraunt
Where enemies will have dinner
Talk of all their problems
And listen to one another
Find new ways to end hunger
Not new ways to kill each other
Read your menus now, boys
It may hold the answers |
| Verse 2 |
In a school room there's a teacher
Standing tall against the storm
Attention spans are shorter
Since television is the norm
By a curb a cop lays dying
He bleeds from deep within
No baseball, heroes or love
For the kid who just shot him
Gave the poor man on the corner
A five spot and some change
To make myself feel better
But did I ease his pain? |
| Chorus |
Somewhere there's a restaraunt
Where enemies will have dinner
Talk of all their problems
And listen to one another
Find new ways to end hunger
Not new ways to kill each other
Read your menus now, boys
It may hold the answers |
| Verse 3 |
In a school room there's a teacher
Standing tall against the storm
Attention spans are shorter
Since television is the norm
By a curb a cop lays dying
He bleeds from deep within
No baseball, heroes or love
For the kid who just shot him
Gave the poor man on the corner
A five spot and some change
To make myself feel better
But did I ease his pain?
To make myself feel better
But did I ease his pain?
To make myself feel better
But did I ease his pain? |
| Chorus |
Somewhere there's a restaraunt
Where enemies will have dinner
Talk of all their problems
And listen to one another
Find new ways to end hunger
Not new ways to kill each other
Read your menus now, boys
It may hold the answers
Somewhere there's a restaraunt
Where enemies will have dinner
Talk of all their problems
And listen to one another
Find new ways to end hunger
Not new ways to kill each other
Read your menus now, boys
It may hold the answers |
|
©2001 Russ McRee |
