Hey Mister

Words and music by Bill Price

Territories of trust and treachery
The birth and the blood - the verse and the vanity
Are boundaries in between the believing and the doubting
Who are circling the solitary ones who are scouting
For a route that'll take them to a...

Common ground - the left and the right, meeting in the middle
Battleground - fighting forever the forces that belittle
Proving ground - where we survive the brutal and the brittle
Oh, won't you plant us on a higher ground

Perhaps there's a place for the familiar and the stranger
The science in the soulful - a mathematician in the manger
The black and the blonde - the praised and the oppressed
The robes of the righteous - the profane and the depressed
Who are making a map to a...

Common ground - the left and the right meeting in the middle
Solid ground - if the how when where and why become a riddle
Battleground - fighting forever the forces that belittle
Oh, won't you plant us on a higher ground

Can we save and savor the world?
Can we wave and let waver - our flag unfurled?
While we wait for a savior - like a junkyard pearl

I Found Myself Thrashing About in a Land Full of Landfills - Full of No Way Out

There were hopes in flames, angels in shame, rusting youth, tarnished truth
Bones of the muse and aching hues - discarded and despised
There were charcoal skies, motherless eyes, broken wings, delirious kings
Failing answers and ailing dancers - shredded and scrutinized

One clear chime - one held hand

A little boy said, "Hey, mister - is it true what they say about one man's trash being another man's treasure?"

One last rhyme - one holy and

I said, "Anymore, it seems to me like one man's crash is another man's pleasure, but you didn't hear that from me"

One saint mild - one less doubt

This little boy, he said, "Hey, Mister...

One saint wild - one left out

Won't you look what I got from this ruin and rot - it's worth a lot - Can you tell me what would happen if I hurled it to the world?"

One dark abyss - one child leapt

So I bent down, knees on the ground - he held out his hand, like surf to the sand...

One man's fist - one man wept

It was a junkyard pearl

We're burning down the guardhouse - cutting up the crossbar
We're crushing the cage and busting up the reservoir
Our shoulders to the wheel - whether we're winning or we're losing
We've found freedom from forgiveness - another chance from choosing
To live our lives on a...

Common ground - the left and the right meeting in the middle
Proving ground - where we survive the brutal and the brittle
Battleground - fighting forever the forces that belittle
Solid ground - if the how when where and why become a riddle
Oh, won't you plant us on a higher ground

© 2015 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)