Words & Music by Brent Freeman Blair
Desperate Days
We walk the streets with deep suspiscion
Holding on with no direction
A generation should be better than the last one was
I'll lock my door and then I'll wonder
Who's out there that would put me under
Every year should be better than the last one was
Why we sacrifice, our fallen ones who have paid the price and
I can't find my smile if I want to
I cant try anymore
I cant hide my face if I want to
Cause it won't smile anymore
In these Deperate Days
We sell our souls with are new decisions
Of better things than our own religion
When sunny days should be warmer but they somehow fade to grey
Excuses made in all directions
A Promise made but with bad intentions
The far off distant sound of thunder is all that I can hear
We walk the streets with deep suspiscion
Holding on with no direction
This generation is no better than the last one was
Lies leave a bitter taste the New York skyline seems out of place now
And we can't win anymore if we want to
We can't hide anywhere
I can't choose who I want to believe in
They don't exist anymore
In these Deperate Days
Long ago, are fathers wished
That this world would be
A better place for you and I
But heroes bleed and we still cry
Bleed into the night for foreign interests we protect and fight but
You don't have to believe if you want to
Please don't bleed like before
Save your soul for the things that you want to
If they still exist anymore
In these Desperate Days
In these Desperate Days