Roanoke

O Judgement day!
Everybody’s been there
Don’t mean to say that you shouldn’t care
And when you learned to scream
And when you learned to hide
When you sang of August
I knew it wasn’t August
I knew a better way
I knew we had a problem
O Judgement day!
Everybody’s been there
Don’t mean to say that you shouldn’t care
Where did you learn to scream?
Where did you learn to fight?
When you sang of August
I knew it wasn’t all this
I knew a better way
It really cuts the night
And what you never see
When you let it ride
It’s like a golden August
It is a love of light
When you learn to dream
I will be the one to let it go, let it go
Carving on a pine in Roanoke, «This is what you’ll never know»
I will be the one to let it go, let it go
Carving on a pine in Roanoke, «This is what you’ll never know»