Our Man Walter Cronkite - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Where are the arms of the world?

They’ve always been able to find us

Caught between borders and shores

Reaching past danger and blindness

My Mother wept over the headlines

The Beatles appeared in my dreams

«Hoo Boy» exclaimed our man Mister Cronkite

As the Eagle touched down on blurry TV

And where are the eyes of the world?

They’ve always been able to see you

Why did you give up and turn away

At the moment that so many need you

And the sight of children in cages

While dog whistles stink up the place

Everything’s different but nothings much changes

Our Man Walter Cronkite would be on the case

And what will you miss when you’re gone?

Lovers and songs and light ever-changing

And the sense that once you belong to something amazing

It was something amazing

Where is the heart of the world?

I always believed it could love me

It’s one of those things without words

Like the sight of the stars shining above me

My Father rode trains Monday to Friday

His chin fell asleep on his chest

I carry what’s left somewhere inside me

Our Man Walter Cronkite has gone to his rest

Our Man Walter Cronkite is gone