Bare Feet on Open Road
There’s a country on fire
There’s no room for the lost and all consumed
There are children standing in the midst of plumes of smoke
Where shattered homes open up to bare feet on open road
CHORUS:
And we say ja, ja, ja
And we cry out
And you say
“Let all my people go”
We bear arms for bare feet on open road
You say “let all my children grow”
We’ll bear arms for bare feet on open road
There’s red dirt on all our clothes
Where shackled hearts bear the fruit of the stories we’ve been told
There’s little to be done for all that it’s worth
We bear arms for bare feet in the country of our birth
CHORUS
There’s a riot in the dark
Where teary eyes fed the soil that we tread on
There’s a thin line in-between done and incomplete
On the open road we begin to bear arms for bare feet
