When I was a child I heard them coming from my Sisters 
room and they spoke of peace and love and war and hate 
and hope and doom.
And I knew they would change the world and mend this 
broken nation. Now they feel like memories coming from 
the oldies station.
Just a bunch of words in a simple chain. On a hotel 
napkin with a red wine stain.
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will 
soon be gone.
Just a song.
The monkey took my friend and beat him right into the 
ground. So I was there the day they spread his ashes 
all around.
I sang one I wrote for him, but felt just like a hack 
because I knew my pretty little ditty wasn't ever gonna 
bring him back
Chorus
One to move us, one to sooth us, one to educate. Major 
happy, minor sad, sometimes modulate.
I know a pirate in the Caribbean who's broken all the 
rules. Now he stands and sings for drunken kids from NY 
private schools.
I ask him how he keeps it up and his eyes begin to 
glisten. He says, "It's who I am, it's what I do on the 
off chance they might listen"
To a bunch of words in a simple chain. On a hotel 
napkin with a red wine stain.
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will 
soon be gone.
Just a song. Just a bunch of words in a simple chain 
and a happy tune and a sad refrain.
Just a bunch of word and some simple chords that will 
soon be gone.
Just a song
But right or wrong, it's just a song.
We gotta soldier on , it's just a song...