youve paved these roads with hate
and painted them with blood
theres a tarp laying in the ditch
as a man's potential home
the moon never rises
depending on your point of view
and all these clouds in the sky
are just like your eyes
they rain
i got a handful of love
it's not enough to go around
i'll give it to some
you can have the scraps off the ground
but i don't think that anyone would
my voice isn't strong enough
no matter how long i march and yell
these walls will never come down
a trumpets blow
my heart moves day in day out
like a time card
and as it rains we drive to your home
we are so greatful for our day
we have so little to give
but just keep on recieving
and painted them with blood
theres a tarp laying in the ditch
as a man's potential home
the moon never rises
depending on your point of view
and all these clouds in the sky
are just like your eyes
they rain
i got a handful of love
it's not enough to go around
i'll give it to some
you can have the scraps off the ground
but i don't think that anyone would
my voice isn't strong enough
no matter how long i march and yell
these walls will never come down
a trumpets blow
my heart moves day in day out
like a time card
and as it rains we drive to your home
we are so greatful for our day
we have so little to give
but just keep on recieving