| The teacher wakes up in a bed |
| To the beeping of his heartbeat |
| And he’s reeling barely breathing |
| Can’t remember how he got here |
| But it’s clear it’s not looking good |
| The nurse runs in to check his signs |
| He waves him closer and he whispers |
| «It's been years now since I saw my son |
| I wonder can you find him and can you tell him what I never could?» |
| A brand new day is coming on |
| And I know it’s hard admitting I’ve been wrong |
| But I never want to go back |
| To the way it was before |
| You’re always on my mind |
| And if I make it out alive |
| I’m gonna talk a little less and listen more |
| The policeman stands in line |
| A crying man kneels down in front of him |
| He’s holding up a sign |
| And all it says that his life matters |
| In that moment something inside him |
| Starts breaking down |
| He signed up to protect and serve |
| But who’s he serving by preserving inequalities race policies that ruin lives |
| He lays down his badge and gun now and joins the crowd |
| A brand new day is coming on |
| And I know it’s hard admitting I’ve been wrong |
| But I never want to go back |
| To the way it was before |
| We have to aim much higher |
| I don’t care if I get fired |
| I’m gonna talk a little less and listen more |
| The politician shuts the door |
| He’s in a green room |
| There’s a speech he has to give soon |
| And he’s looking through the pages |
| Someone else wrote just to win votes |
| It’s a bunch of lies |
| He had a dream he’d change the world |
| But all the bribes and fancy functions |
| Led to high crimes and corruption |
| It’s disgusting for the first time |
| He’s speaking his mind into the mic |
| A brand new day is coming on |
| And I know it’s hard admitting I’ve been wrong |
| But I never want to go back |
| To the way I was before |
| You shouldn’t vote for me at all |
| I deserve to lose next fall |
| I wanna talk a little less and listen more |
| Talk a little less and listen more |