Lay It Down / The Healing Colors Of Sound (Part II)
Pt IV: Lay It Down
Children yet to be born, don't you mourn me now 'Cause the crows are in the corn Lay it down
Old man's on his porch, his house burning down When he passes you his torch Lay it down
And the young man comes to beat his drums And the old man sings, "Here it comes, here it comes" And Newsweek's featured everyone by now Lay it down now, lay it down now, lay it down
We built this house of cards, we can tear it down When it hurts don't take it hard Lay it down
And the wild man brings his wild man things And the press keeps pressing on the pressure king And the drums are beating everywhere by now Lay it down now, lay it down now, lay it down ___
Pt V: The Healing Colors Of Sound (Part II)
One man said in sign "Don't you want to feel okay?" And the sighted man said to the blind "Don't you look at me that way again"
So they shared a glass of wine And they started to feel okay again Then one said one more time Said, "Don't you see there's now way to win? Don't you see there's no way you can win?"
But you can turn around to the healing colors of sound Just turn around to the healing colors of sound
Old man's ship won't sail Don't you think they've failed by now? You can't just turn your tail No, you can't go home that way again
But you can turn around to the healing colors of sound Just turn around to the healing colors of sound To the healing colors of sound