Words and Music by
Raccoon
As recorded on White Horse Ranch Sessions
Deep
in the heart of the city
Where
you have to fight to live each day
I
saw an old friend of mine
Bow
to his knees and pray
Along
came the red-eyed policeman
Sadly
he did say,
“There’s
nothing here in the law books
That
says that you can’t stay right here”
And
people gathered around him
To
see if he was well
I’m
not the only one
Who
heard him slam the gates to hell
From
a whisper to a tremble
From
a tremble to a roar
Do
you think we finally found the keys to heaven’s door?
From
a whisper to a tremble
From
a tremble to a roar
Could
you imagine if we had ten million more?
Up
in the sky you can see the thirteenth tribe
Flying
hand in hand with a new law for the land
Up
in the sky you can see the thirteenth tribe
Flying
hand in hand being led by a magic man
Singin', “I have the key – I hold
the key
You
could say that the key has a hold on me”
Out
on the skyline I see a way
I
can’t turn my head and run – I’ve got to be brave
Cuz
I have the key and I hide the key
Ain’t
no way that you can take it from me
Out
on the highway I know my role
Hangin' on to an old street light
And
makin'
half dreams whole
I’ve
had the dreams and I hold 'em true
Sitting
here tryin' to figure out the next thing I should do
I’ve
had the dreams and I’ve seen the unseen
I’ve
got so much power that I’m bustin' at the seams