
I was on my way to pick up my Martin today. It’s been at the doctors office. Martin’s my guitar, I call her Gracie. I had to pull over 4 kms from High River because words. Words and words and words and words. I didn’t think I’d remember them all, so I had to pull over and write them down. I’m grateful I wasn’t on the Deerfoot, however, I also have this weird faith that if you think of lyrics and forget them, it’s like putting money in the bank.
Hey
There’s a storm brewing in the west tonight
It’s starting to unfold
hypocrisy is getting out tonight
Something ugly’s taking hold
And all the things you take for granted
Not out of spite
But out of habit
Lets all think about
Waking up in the morning
To heed another warning
We better wake up
We better speak out
We better say hey
We better stand up
We better speak loud
We better say hey
All the things we call political
is nothing even close
It’s controlling all of us
and what we hate the most
We better wake up
We better speak out
We better say hey
We better stand up
We better speak loud
We better say hey
pick the ideologies
that fit with your attire
Ignore the ones standing up
Calling you a liar
Blame the ones who came before
Your version of the truth
Your version of the truth
We better wake up
We better speak out
We better say hey
We better stand up
We better speak loud
We better say hey
Hey Hey Hey

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