woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

your roof is leaking rain
and it won’t get fixed cause you’re late on the rent again
so you fill up your all your time
doubling over that nine to five

sunday mornin’ comes
and beside you, there is no one
the lover you had before
well turns out, he don’t come home no more

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things
the living is easy when it’s just your song to sing
don’t you get worried over very small things

now your best friend says she’s feeling down
she don’t understand why you don’t come around
then she tells you where your lover’s been
well it turns out, she never was your friend

even a simple wish when said is your command
so be careful, be true to what you say
they can’t take anything without your open hand
so be careful with what you give away

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

you can’t lose anything you never really had
so be careful with what you try to hold
if someone’s leaving you it’s best to just be glad
don’t get angry, just get to letting go.

woman, you are a queen…


We were warm and gentle people
before the before,
Before our fears turned to war.
We lived in a world of plenty
And our souls were never empty
But in us lay the rage
of ten thousand mother’s
Weeping for their
stillborn dreams of tomorrow.

We were warm and gentle people
under the stars
Until they seemed much too far away.
We were one but we were alone,
And if we were alone, were we really one?
And in us lay the danger
of never knowing who we were,
Never knowing who we would
or could become.

Sometimes it seems like survival could kill us.
Well survival of the fittest anyways.
Sometimes it seems like survival
should will us to go back to the before,
To go back to before the before
When we were warm and gentle people.

We were warm and gentle people
before the before,
Before our fears turned to war.
We lived in a world of plenty
And our souls were never empty
But in us lay the rage
of ten thousand mother’s
Weeping for their
stillborn dreams of tomorrow.


thank you to the mountainside
thank you to the distant shore
thank you for the miles to ride
i don’t study war no more

thank you to the starry skies
thank you to the times before
tahnk you for the tears i’ve cried
i dn’t study war no more

thank you to the aspen grove
thank you to the silver snow
thank you to the life i chose
i don’t study war no more

thank you for the broken heart
thank you for the open door
thank you for music and art
i don’t study war no more

i’m not afriad to sacrifice
the petty comforts of m life
for the sake of peace

i’m only one of millions more
i gonna open up the door
to what’s inside me
and i believe

thank you to the mountainside
thank you for the distant shore
thank you to the ending of lies
i don’t study war no more.