| How am going to explain it to him |
| What am i going to say when it’s something that grim |
| How the hell do you tell them that there comes an end |
| How are you going to handle it and still be their friend |
| How do you explain this world we face |
| To all of the innocents we have brought to this place |
| These and other questions stand in a row |
| And i’m not satisfied with the answers i know |
| What are you going to say to those eyes |
| I can’t even get close to the lies |
| That are easier to tell you just say oh well |
| I’ll explain when he’s older but somehow that’s colder |
| Than i want to be… |
| I am uncomfortable lying to a child |
| Feels like building a trap… for something wild |
| Seems like building your house on the sand |
| And then expecting the ocean to let it stand |
| Somehow i must come up with better stuff |
| I’m just not satisfied with the simplified guff |
| That they shovel at kids by the handful |
| Like the candy they buy at a stand full |
| Of flags by the side of the road |
| It’s not good for them to hand 'em that load |
| Of crap like they do… |
| I want a world where i can tell him the truth |
| About everyone from jesus to john wilkes booth |
| About how they lie in the house and the senate too |
| And only get close to the truth when it suits them to |
| And then on the very next day |
| They’re back to lying that way |
| Of course it doesn’t seem to matter what i want |
| But i look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt |
| And i wonder which thing made them lose their dream |
| Cause mine is alive very much it would seem |
| And i would just love to be able to hand it to him |
| Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim |
| I want a dream for him… |
| I want a dream for him… |
| I want a dream for him |