I’m sorry I can’t visit on your birthday
Your Grandma doesn’t let me drive
Like my old Chevy truck, the one you love so much
I’m just faded paint and dust
Stuck in the garage
So I called to say I’m proud of you
That will never change
I know the road ahead looks dark, how we tear ourselves apart
But I believe with all my heart
You will find a way
If there’s a new world, you’ll create it
If there’s a new world, your hands will shape it
If there’s a new world, your heart will be a bridge for us to cross
To the paradisе we thought was lost
We fought for civil rights and peacе on earth
Broken bones in Selma. Carnations facing guns
But the brotherhood we sought, thirty silver pieces bought
We leave you less than what we got
Now we’re out of time
I recognize the love I see in you
Serving lunch in food lines. A couch for friends in need
How you stand up for yourself, for your dignity and health
Just as you would for someone else
You fill me up with pride
If there’s a new world, you’ll create it
If there’s a new world, your hands will shape it
If there’s a new world, your heart will be a bridge for us to cross
To the paradise we thought was lost
I’m sorry I can’t visit on your birthday
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