AMERIICAN REQUIEM

Nothin′ really ends

For things to stay the same, they have to change again

Hello, my old friend

You change your name, but not the ways you play pretend

American Requiem

Them big ideas (yeah), are buried here (yeah)

Amen

It's a lot of talkin′ goin' on

While I sing my song

Can you hear me?

I said, "Do you hear me?"

Looker there, looker there, now

Looker there, looker there

Looker-looker, looker there, looker there

Looker-looker, looker there, looker there

Looker-looker, looker there, looker there (oh, yeah)

Looker-looker, looker there, looker there

It's a lot of chatter in here

But let me make myself clear (oh)

Can you hear me? (Huh)

Or do you fear me? (Ow)

Can we stand for somethin′?

Now is the time to face the wind (Ow)

Comin′ in peace and love, y'all

Oh, a lot of takin′ up space

Salty tears beyond my gaze

Can you stand me?

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Ooh, ah

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can we stand?

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) Can you stand with me?

Can we stand for somethin'?

Now is the time to face the wind

Now ain′t the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in

Thinkin' to myself (thinkin′ to myself)

Oh, it's a lot of talkin' goin′ on (oh)

While I sing my song (yeah)

Do you hear me when I say?

Do you hear me when I say? Ah

Looker there, looker there

Looker, look

Looker-looker-looker-looker-looker

Looker-looker there, looker there

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-looker there

Oh, looker there, looker there

Looker there, looker there

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l

(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)

Can we stand for somethin′?

Now is the time to face the wind (now is the time to face the wind)

Now ain't the time to pretend

Now is the time to let love in (to let love in)

Together, can we stand?

Looker there, looker in my hand

The grand baby of a moonshine man

Gadsden, Alabama

Got folks down in Galveston, rooted in Louisiana

They used to say I spoke, "Too country"

And the rejection came, said I wasn′t, "Country 'nough"

Said I wouldn′t saddle up, but

If that ain't country, tell me, what is?

Plant my bare feet on solid ground for years

They don′t, don't know how hard I had to fight for this

When I sing my song

(When I sing the song of Abraham)

(When the angels guide and take my hand)

(Oh, no)

Goodbye to what has been

Pretty house that we never settled in

A funeral for fair-weather friends

I am the one to cleanse me of my Father's sins

American Requiem

Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)

Amen