I sleep, pen and ink. calligraphy dreams.
All those precious little poets and their black birds singing
Are supposed to keep me in line?
When I saw autumn yawn and bluff its ivory smile?
Laughing grand piano gales and healthy round tones while my eyes rolled, while my eyes rolled
Taking in moments with no places to hold them: that’s exactly when I realized
We are on our own

All the dashing young and bold have been told to get jobs, and give up
All the movers and the shakers, laureates, and kingmakers have been told that we’re not
Well I just want to be one of the believers, part of something bigger,
I wrote this song for singing
As loud as you can and all your trigger finger waving won’t ever stop me

This one here is for everyone else:
If you want something done you gotta do it yourself.
Maybe this song is the fight
For the people who don’t have any left inside
Or if you’ve ever felt down

In blood money and sweat, but we never had a chance
Or were ever given an inch to make something for ourselves
So now we’re taking it.
We’re tempests and leviathans hell-bent on holding it down
With no place to hold our ground or make a stand,
Cause our dreams are on firesale, that’s exactly when I realized:
We are all we have

All the dashing young and bold have been told to get jobs, and give up
All the movers and the shakers, laureates, and kingmakers have been told that we’re not
Well I just want to be one of the believers, part of something bigger,
I wrote this song for singing
As loud as you can and all your trigger finger waving won’t ever stop me

There’s something to be said about someone singing the words and actually meaning them,
But I got no one to impress cause all my heroes are dead,
Yeah all my heroes are dead and we never said die, not once, oh no, oh no.
This is mine and I won’t let it die I don’t mince my words, baby, it’s us verse the world