Lyrics

Forty-seven years, he don't keep count anymore But it's been twenty since he married, twenty five since his tour And it's been how long since that night in the rain? Spent protesting the debates until the candidates leave Strikes a nice balance between science and signs Back then he carried all her books, knew he'd be with her for life And some they play along knowing that they'll never win But they can't put out a fire because they're jealous of it We got a lot of soul The time we're given's not enough for my story Count up all those years you won't learn what lies in store But knowing nothing lasts forever makes things just matter more He said "come on, son, here we drift like the leaves" When those dark clouds start billowing up, we stand up, we say We've got a lot of soul The time we're given's not enough for my story