David Crosby 



  



How am I going to explain it to him 



What am I going to say when it's something that grim 



How the hell do you tell them there comes an end 



How are you going to handle it and still be their friend 



How do you explain this world we face 



To all of the innocents we brought to this place 



  



These and other questions stand in a row 



And I'm not satisfied with the answers I know 



What are you going to say to those eyes 



I can't even get close to the lies 



That are easier to tell, you just say oh, well 



I'll explain it when he's older 



But somehow that's colder than I want to be 



  



I am uncomfortable lying to a child 



Feels like building a trap for something wild 



Feels like building your house on the sand 



And expecting the ocean to let it stand 



  



Somehow I must come up with better stuff 



You see, I'm just not satisfied with all that simplified guff 



That they shovel at the kids by the handful 



Like candy they buy at the stand full 



Of flags by the side of the road 



It's not good for them to hand them that load of crap like they do 



  



You see, I want a world where I can tell him the truth 



About everything from Jesus to John Wilkes booth 



How they lie in the house and the senate too 



Only get close to the truth when it suits them to 



And the very next day 



They're back to lying that way 



  



Of course it doesn't seem to matter what I want 



But I look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt 



I wonder which thing made them lose their dreams 



'Caus mine is alive very much it would seem 



And I would just like to be able to hand it to him 



Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim 



I want a dream for him 



  



(Dream for him)