My friend, you rule the world,
but your hands are bleeding
My friend, you rule the world,
but your hands are bleeding
On top of us all,
but the brothers are leaving
Leaving you far away, way behind
Ain't that hard, son of clouds?
To make a little difference
Does it seem that strange?
Easier said and done
from the right side of the fence
Under a trailer park moon
he was born in September
Under a trailer park moon
he was born in September
Magic failures and sparks
for the kid of September
Bless that love and that moon
that no one remembers
Ain't that hard, son of clouds?
To make a little difference
Does it seem that strange?
Easier said and done
from the right side of the fence