I came to you, and you to me
And we were tappin' on the window at the children when the piggy bank broke
Pitching quite a fit
'Bout how the makers of the medicine will always say you're looking sick
I came to you, and you to me
And we would wimper to the women washing milk off of their formal white gloves
But the funny thing
Is how when God was in his people we were dreaming 'bout who else to be
And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring
I came to you, and you to me
And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood dried black on their hands
And never realized
You never tussle with a giant 'til you can hit him right between the eyes
That no matter how we chew it we'd be choking on a compromise
'Cause all the jaws, all the claws, lay restless by the riverside
And it wasn't muscle in the shadow that was shoving us into the light
I came to you, and you to me
And we were snatching at a poor baby's bottle to trade it for change
But now its come to pass
That every eye beneath the mountain saw the smoke but no one heard the blast
And no one knew the arm was broken although everybody signed the cast
Until the government was good she said, "man, I thought you'd never ask"
And when love wore out her welcome they just booked her for a bag of grass
But while she cried on the cross we were sucking on the laughing gas
And when her head had left her body not a flag was hanging half-mast
I came to you, and you to me
And then we lost our own lover's revolution but it started again
Now we're one
One of the parade wake widows walking home into the setting sun
One of the soldiers lost in the dreams that never loose their gun
One of the wise men wanderin' the podium without a tongue
One of the trophies tarnished by the mess we made of being young
One of the prayers, one of the promises, swallowed with our chewing gum
One of the deaf ears dumber all the time for all the years of drums
One of the wide-eyed soapboxes buried under Washington
One of the beat cops combing every sidewalk crack for love
One of the crowded stars uncounted when the map was done
One of the withered in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come
