How Am Going To Explain It To Him

What Am I Going To Say When It's Something That Grim

How The Hell Do You Tell Them That There Comes An End

How Are You Going To Handle It And Still Be Their Friend

How Do You Explain This World We Face

To All Of The Innocents We Have Brought To This Place



These And Other Questions Stand In A Row

And I'm Not Satisfied With The Answers I Know

What Are You Going To Say To Those Eyes

I Can't Even Get Close To The Lies

That Are Easier To Tell You Just Say Oh Well

I'll Explain When He's Older But Somehow That's Colder Than I Want To Be..............



I Am Uncomfortable Lying To A Child

Feels Like Building A Trap... For Something Wild

Seems Like Building Your House On The Sand

And Then Expecting The Ocean To Let It Stand



Somehow I Must Come Up With Better Stuff I'm Just Not Satisfied With The Simplified Guff

That They Shovel At Kids By The Handful

Like The Candy They Buy At A Stand Full

Of Flags By The Side Of The Road

It's Not Good For Them To Hand 'em That Load

Of Crap Like They Do................



I Want A World Where I Can Tell Him The Truth

About Everyone From Jesus To John Wilkes Booth

About How They Lie In The House And The Senate Too

And Only Get Close To The Truth When It Suits Them To And Then On The Very Next Day

They're Back To Lying That Way



Of Course It Doesn't Seem To Matter What I Want

But I Look At Some Of The Faces All Haggard And Gaunt

And I Wonder Which Thing Made Them Lose Their Dream

Cause Mine Is Alive Very Much It Would Seem

And I Would Just Love To Be Able To Hand It To Him Without The Light In Those Eyes Ever Getting Dim

I Want A Dream For Him..............

I Want A Dream For Him..............

I Want A Dream For Him