Only A Song - Ben Sollee, Daniel Martin Moore

I wouldn’t make a sound if I wasn’t

So angry

I wouldn’t be running if there wasn’t so far

To go

I wouldn’t keep on if there wasn’t something

Worth keeping

I want to believe that

This mountain can be moved

But this is only a song…

It can’t change the world

I get a little scared when I’m driving through

The ghetto

There’s a part of me

That wants to hide;

There’s a part of me

That wants to move in. Because even though

I grew up in the suburbs, I didn’t really grow

Until I learned how so many others lived

But this is only a song…

It can’t change the world

I’m digging, digging deep

In myself

But who needs a shovel

When you have a little boy like mine?

This ain’t the world

That I want to give him;

People racing around in cars

And cities you can’t even walk across

This is only a song…

It can’t change the world

I’ve been thinking about Providence-

And craving a Root Beer Float

I didn’t make these rules, but it’s come time for us

To row this boat!

And on the horizon I see windmills

Spouting up in rows

There’s young folks farming, and a few

That are going to vote

But this is only a song…

It can’t change the world

So why try?

Why even sing at all?

I picture the Harlem Globetrotters dancing

Like mosquitoes with a basketball

Because there is beauty in freedom

And folks like me came over on boats

Flew in on planes, crawled under fences

And fought wars, just to find a place

To be free

But this is only a song…

It can’t change the world

This is only a song…

It can’t change the world

This is only a song…

It can’t change the world