Love Me Back To Life
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you n
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you n
My Own Last Chance
The tread of my tires is wearin' low
The thread of my life I'm tryin' to sew with
Is sharp and thin like a razor's edge
I feel I'm walking on a high ledge
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(But then I) feel I'm falling down now
(And I) amplify the sound now
I'm lost and never found now
In my own last chance
I'm not tryin' hard enough to win
Sometimes I feel O.K., but then
My mind untamed packs me into a trance,
And then there's no escape from failing my last chance
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It's strange what this feeling makes me do
My desperation makes me play the fool (to
You) I'm unnamed, I'm a face in the crowd
My indignation makes me want to scream out loud
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