Lyrics Forgotten - Ben Sollee

Forgotten

In a school yard nation, in a playground tower
A young jury sends a «villain» down the slide
He is a child in exile, weeping in the wood chips
A castaway turned leader of a growing tribe
A secret hand shake, a new declaration
Scraps from art class fold in to a flag
A conflict out of context, a coffee-stained playbook
The sense of yearning and a lesson in desire
There’s a fence in the desert somewhere
There’s lines in the sea that are not to be crosse
There’s a women living as a man
There’s medicine in the weed
There’s water on the moon
There’s a private rocket ship heading there soon
There’s a symphony in the streets
There’s a gallon-bucket band in Carnegie Hall
An iridescent phone call plays slowly in my mind
A clerk at a window caught you in a lie
Yeah, I remember the crackling feeling in my heart
Security cameras shook me apart
I had a lot to learn about where I was from
I had a lot to learn about forgiveness
I had a lot on my mind
At least half of what I’ve done
Maybe more of who I am
Will be forgotten
Won’t be remembered
Like all the stories never told
The digital lives scattered in code
All of the footsteps that will never be traced
The forgotten ways of an ancient race