He sat down with his guitar in a distant place

When a man walks up and tells him

"Buddy there are some things you cannot say"

I'll be damned if you'll tell me

What I can and cannot feel

I won't be no puppet here none of your back room deals

Modern love was invented by the minstrels in the dark ages

Where they used to hunt them down from town to town

Man what deck are we dealing from here

When a girl walks up and says

"You got something we've got to hear"



Brave and crazy...brave on

Brave and crazy...brave on



Along the boardwalk of this burned out tourist town

The ghosts of another day stalk the barren beaches

Where all come to hide from the rattling of the sounds

Of skeletons in the closet

Hoping nothing brings them down

She says "I have lived nearly all my life"

"I scare them to death because I say what I like"



Brave and crazy...brave on

Brave and crazy...brave on



There's a war here between freedom and the hypocrites

Who will try on all disguises just to see what fits

Truth is the one thing to live love and die for

The rooftops of the world



Brave on...



He packs his car and picks a course upon a map

Maybe east of eden or maybe farther west than all of that

Writes down everything he's seen, everything that he feels

Then rips it up it doesn't say enough then throws it is a passing field



Brave and crazy...brave on