Only a Song

I wouldn't make a sound if I wasn't So angry. I wouldn't be running if there wasn't so far To go. I wouldn't keep on if there wasn't something Worth keeping. I want to believe that This mountain can be moved. But this is only a song... It can't change the world. I get a little scared when I'm driving through The ghetto. There's a part of me That wants to hide; There's a part of me That wants to move in. Because even though I grew up in the suburbs, I didn't really grow Until I learned how so many others lived. But this is only a song... It can't change the world. I'm digging, digging deep In myself. But who needs a shovel When you have a little boy like mine? This ain't the world That I want to give him; People racing around in cars, And cities you can't even walk across. This is only a song... It can't change the world. I've been thinking about Providence- And craving a Root Beer Float. I didn't make these rules, but it's come time for us To row this boat! And on the horizon I see windmills Spouting up in rows. There's young folks farming, and a few That are going to vote. But this is only a song... It can't change the world. So why try? Why even sing at all? I picture the Harlem Globetrotters dancing Like mosquitoes with a basketball. Because there is beauty in freedom, And folks like me came over on boats, Flew in on planes, crawled under fences, And fought wars, just to find a place To be free. But this is only a song... It can't change the world. This is only a song... It can't change the world. This is only a song... It can't change the world.