Our Song
I saw Willie Mays
At a Scottsdale Home Depot
Looking at Garage Door Springs
At the far end of the 14th row
His wife stood there beside him
She was quiet and they both were proud
I gave them room but was close enough
That I heard him when he said out loud
This was my country
This was my song
Somewhere in the middle there
Though it started badly and it's ending wrong
This was my country
This frightful and this angry land
But it's my right if the worst of it might
Still somehow make me a better man
The sun is unforgiving and
There's nobody who would choose this town
But we've squandered so much of our good will
That there's nowhere else will have us now
We push in line at the picture show
For cool air and a chance to see
A vision of ourselves portrayed as
Younger and braver and humble and free.
This was our country
This was our song
Somewhere in the middle there
Though it started badly and it's ending wrong
This was our country
This frightful and this angry land
But it's my right if the worst of it might
Still somehow make me a better man
I've started something I can't finish
And I barely leave the house it's true
I keep her out on my sores and joints
But I've guess I've had my blessings too
I've got my mother's pretty feet
And a factory keeps my house in shade
My children they've both been paroled
And we get back all the peace we've made
I feel safe so far from heaven
From towers and their ocean views
From here I see the future coming
Across what soon will be beaches too
But that was him I'm almost sure
The greatest center-fielder of all time
Stooped by the burden of endless dreams
His and yours and mine
He hooked each spring beneath his feet
He leaned over then he stood upright
Testing each against his weight
For one that had some play and some fight
He's just like us I want to tell him
And our needs are small enough
Something to slow our heavy door
Something to help us raise one up
This was my country
This was my song
Somewhere in the middle there
Though it started badly and it's ending wrong
This was God's country
This frightful and this angry land
But if it's his will the worst of it might
Still somehow make me a better man
If it's his will the worst of it might
Still somehow make me a better man