LIVES IN THE BALANCE

I've been waiting for something to happen
for a week or a month or a year.
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
and the sound of the crowd in my ear.
You might ask what it takes to remember
when you know that you've seen it before.
When a government lies to a people
and a country is drifting to war.

And there's a shadow on the faces
of the men who send the guns
to the wars that are fought in places
where their business interest run.

On the radio talks shows and the TV
you hear one thing again and again:
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom.
And we come to the aid of a friend
but who are the ones that we call our friends -
these governments killing their own?

Or the people who finally can't take any more
and they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone.
And there are lives in the balance
there are children at the cannons
and there is blood on the wire.

There's a shadow on the faces
of the men who fan the flames
of the wars that are fought in places
where we can't even say the names.

They sell us the president the same way
they sell us our clothes and our cars.
They sell us everything from youth to religion
the same time they sell us our wars.
I want to know who the men in the shadows are.
I want to hear somebody asking them why
they can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
but they're never the ones to fight or to die.
And there are lives in the balance
thre are people under fire
there are children at the cannons
and there is blood on the wire.



by Jackson Browne
(c)1985 by Swallow Turn Music ASCAP

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