Toni Land

Lyrics

Good People
(Toni Land ©2018)

My baby hates to close his eyes that’s why he up at night
rather be in a crowd of trouble and fight
I never hold a single thing against his tired soul
I knew him long before the war took it’s toll
Good people
Good people
Good people die a little everyday
When they know something’s wrong but gotta do it anyway

When I dream of him at night, I see an angel’s feet
He’s hungry and he’s thirsty with nothing to eat
I try to give him water, put it to his lips
He turns his head away, won’t take a sip
Good people
Good people
Good people die a little everyday
When they know something’s wrong but gotta do it anyway

Bridge
I don’t walk in his shoes
I can’t look through his eyes
I don’t hear the bombs and
I can’t feel the fire rise

My baby’s locked the door again Trying his own case
He’s the judge He’s the jury, in that dark lonely place
He turns on the light again and gets out of bed
Opens up his eyes still sees the dead

Good people
Stretched out on the rack of life,
not sure where he belongs
Good people
Not sure if he was right,
or if he’s wrong
Good people
Good people
Good people