LIVING LEGEND
I am the son of a Living Legend
I am the child of a broken age
Each word I speak comes around like a record
There goes another day
I am the child of the things you sold me
Purchased over the phone
I am a product of the lies you told me
But thank God I’m not alone
I’m on my way home
I’m on my way home
What you say to me
And what I believe are torn
Would I lie to you
Yes and you would do it too
Do I sound like a broken record
Have you heard this all before
Are you living for this very second
Or are you waiting for something more
When He speaks to me
Then what I believe is born
This I promise you
Every word He says is true
copyright American Accent 2004©
