Roasting River - Crazy Arm

Gather up the flags and burn them all

Gather up the words that make us small

Gather up the thoughts that keep us down

Gather up the hate and make a sound

I’m walking down that lonesome road

Where all my friends have grown so old

There are no reasons to give in

There are no passions to hold in

Let that which does not matter truly slide

That’s what she said the day she died

There is so much work left to do

There is too much red lost to blue

There’s only one chance so get it right

Between the jet black sea and the violent night

I’ve been known to take a side

But that don’t mean I’m always right