Jackson Browne "Where Were You" |
Where were you when the sky cracked open Waiting for shelter and barely coping? Thinking you could ride the storm out Hoping you would be all right Where were you when they gave a warning? Hundred fifty mile winds by morning Category four, making landfall In the wild gray light Where were you, where were you? Where were you in the social order Lower nine or a hotel in the Quarter Which side of the Quarter between rich and poor? Where were you gonna evacuate to? Assuming there was any way to Where if you didn't own a car Where were you, where were you? Where were you when you understood? However decent, however good However hard some people try They only barely make it by They're born to live their entire lives In harm's way So now where are we gonna go? Where were you when you heard the stranded The injured and the empty handed? Running out of food and water At the Superdome With the newborn and the elderly Exposed to even more misery While those in charge of rescue Waited for the Guard to come Those who left the Convention Center Were stopped on the bridge when they tried to enter The safety of the Westbank and higher ground And when the Guard finally did arrive And got to work on about day five Mainly they were used to keep the looting down Where were you, where were you? Where were you when you realized However strong, however wise However true our leaders appear to be? They talk about prosperity However hard this country strives Where property is valued more than lives How strong will we ever really be? How long do we imagine we'll be free? We hold the truth, self evident The photograph of the President An Air Force One, he viewed the devastation Shaved face and rested eyes Looking down, he circles twice On his way home from his vacation Where were you when you got the picture? Where were you? Where were you When the streets filled up with black water? Where were you When defeat and destruction reigned in the Crescent? Where were you When it blew from every direction? Where were you when the promise was made To return and rebuild, to restore to its people The city that gave us the first American music True inspiration and the freedom to use it Where will we find it again if we lose it And where will we be if we ever cease to love? If we ever cease to love Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |