Dear Grandfather,
My people are troubled these days:
They put so much faith in things,
Things ain't worth the ways
We have to pay for them.
And dear Grandfather,
So much of our freedom depends
On how well we pretend
We'll k** more of them
Than they will of us in the end.
And I call to you
Wishing to serve you well.
Is there a way I can heal
what keeps us apart?
For I am an orphan
Who's come home to you in my heart.
And dear Grandfather,
We tax all the land for what it's worth
Until it has to make money
And we build something ugly,
An insult to the sky and the earth.
And dear Grandfather,
Our rivers have suffered the worst.
And I learned to drink
Before I learned to think
And still I am dying of thirst.
And I call to you
Wishing to serve you well.
Is there a way I can heal
what keeps us apart?
For I am an orphan
Who's come home to you in my heart.
And I call to you
Wishing to serve you well.
Is there a way I can heal
what keeps us apart?
For I am an orphan
Who's come home to you in my heart.
And dear Grandfather,
I've put my faith in a song
Though I'm learning to believe
You get what you need
And sometimes you must lay it down.
And dear Grandfather,
To your silence I have come.
Though the wisest of men
Said he'd spit on your hand
And soon your answer will come.
And I call to you
Wishing to serve you well.
Is there a way I can heal
what keeps us apart?
For I am an orphan
Who's come home to you in my heart.
For I am an orphan
Who's come home to you in my heart.