The last thing that my father saw When he was still alive. Was the gun in the hands of a sick young man with bright blue eyes. A man who looked just like me, As far as anyone else could see A stranger, not an enemy And my mother watched it all. That was the last thing that she saw.
Somewhere in America A phones about to ring. Nothing can prepare you for the news its going to bring. Nothing ever changes Just the names and faces. Somewhere in America A phones about to ring.
An unlucky break wrong time, wrong place I've heard them all so many times. If your dad had had a gun of his own, maybe they'd still be alive. But I still can't believe the resistance. The denial, the insistence When somethings broken that clearly needs fixing You can fight to change Or you can fight to stay the same.
Somewhere in America the news is about to break Nothing can prepare you for The toll its gonna take Nothing ever changes Just the dates and the locations. Somewhere in America The news is about to break.
How long is too long Before the words you can't say Just speak for you.
The years have been kind ma I've got a son now of my own. When I think of what I'll tell him happened to you I still don't know. That the worlds a much safer place That kind of danger, you won't ever have to face. I pray he lives to see that day No idea what I'm going to say.
Somewhere in America A phones about to ring Nothing can prepare you for the news its going to bring. All this while we've been waiting taking time and debating Somewhere in America A phones about to ring Somewhere in America