Got to work late on the 5th of July After a sleepless night of explosions and gunfire. It took about an hour to clean up the broken glass. Someone put a bullet through my old car. Probably a thoughtless teen taking advantage Of the noisy night to fulfill the desire To shoot something, anything. Annoying, but it didn’t make me mad.
My heart, the part of me that counts, Doesn’t live in a country like that. People in the country of my heart Don’t feel like shooting anything. They feel like looking you in the eye Long and deep, and holding you close, Hugging you with their arms.
I do have guns, and I know how to use them. I would use them to protect you But not for a thrill I have heard enough gunfire And I’ve seen enough of what follows it.
Got to work late on the 5th of July
After a sleepless night of explosions and gunfire.
It took about an hour to clean up the broken glass.
Someone put a bullet through my old car.
Probably a thoughtless teen taking advantage
Of the noisy night to fulfill the desire
To shoot something, anything.
Annoying, but it didn’t make me mad.
My heart, the part of me that counts,
Doesn’t live in a country like that.
People in the country of my heart
Don’t feel like shooting anything.
They feel like looking you in the eye
Long and deep, and holding you close,
Hugging you with their arms.
I do have guns, and I know how to use them.
I would use them to protect you
But not for a thrill
I have heard enough gunfire
And I’ve seen enough of what follows it.