#34 in the song-a-week project. For sync/licensing contact.richardsteighner.com
LYRICS
I remember the 4th of July
when we’d add a hundred stars
to the midsummer sky.
The words we were singing would
fade into the night,
but things have never
felt the same.
I’m finding it hard to
put away the pride
and all the simple things
to which it’s tangled up and tied.
I told myself it mattered,
but I think I must have lied.
It’s funny how we
play our little games.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Pull away traditions and
start with what remains.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Can you hear it howling outside?
It takes a mighty storm
to let the past finally die.
Sitting at the station while
the world is passing-by,
swearing by my predecessors’ ways.
Oh! I think it might be time
to make a change.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Can we pull away traditions
and start with what remains?
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Oh, something isn’t right,
now the people are a-talking.
Breonna was a-sleeping.
Elijah was a-walking.
Something isn’t right,
now our people are a-dying.
Never more divided,
the people are a crying:
I think it might be time
to make a change.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Can we pull away traditions
and start with what remains?
I think it might be time
to make a change.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
I think it might be time
to make a change.
Can we pull away traditions
and start with what remains?
I think it might be time
to make a change.
