Lyrics

I grew up around a hundred years ago
when five dollars filled my Pontiac with gas
Didn’t hear about the golden rule
from teachers at my school
‘til I told some bloody fool to kiss my ass

But we learned about the history of the world
How our parents’ favorite war was bravely won
And we learned what they were fighting for
We read the words and nothing more
until we heard the next war had begun

But when I go to sleep at night
I don’t know what I will dream about
But every now and then I dream about hope again


I grew up around a hundred years ago
when the radio played songs of love and peace
When all the once and future stars
made music on their cheap guitars
on sidewalks and in local bars for free

But when I go to sleep at night
I don’t know what I will dream about
But every now and then I dream about hope again


All the lines that mark our borders
All the walls we can’t defend
All the lessons we’ve forgotten
All the bridges we can’t mend
They don’t matter now
You know, what really matters now

But when I go to sleep tonight
I don’t know what I will dream about
But lately more and more I dream about hope again