2/7/17

I am not a man who picks fights
I try to see the view from both sides
But you and I are miles apart
I can’t seem to reach you
If I did you got no space in your heart
We both think we’re right
I beg you to see reason
And you tell me ’bout the truth and the light
How deep is this canyon
If we climb down could we reach the bottom
Stand in the same river
Or does this rift go all the way down
You can’t keep your hands to yourself
You’ve got a book and a gun
And not much else on your shelf
You and I are totally mired
We don’t agree on facts or even
Whether facts at all are required
We both think we’re good
I say love your neighbor
And you tell me ’bout the can’t and the should
How deep is this canyon
If we climb down could we reach the bottom
Stand in the same river
Or does this rift go all the way down
Does this rift go all the way down
Does this rift go all the way down