From the recording The Hill
Lyrics
On crowded sidewalks and boulevards, two young brothers play the same old solos over and over day come after day. Their pockets fill up as people pay out just to hear them strum. But me and Ben we don’t give them nothing, ‘cause we just ain’t that dumb.
Maybe there’s a war outside. Maybe there’s a war outside. Oh, maybe there’s a war outside, but I can’t find it.
Up on hilltops with city backdrops, a group of fathers play a game of basketball while all their wives stay home and pray. Twice a year when things are easy I might join the game. They say my dad is getting older, but to me he’s still the same
Maybe there’s a war outside. Maybe there’s a war outside. Oh, maybe there’s a war outside, but I can’t find it.
Can you blame me if I only want to lose myself? Sometimes it’s easier for me to think of no one else. But all the newsmen say “the war outside is raging; the world it is a-changing”, and me I sit here aging waiting for my life to start. There’s a war outside that I can’t find, but maybe I ain’t looking very hard.
Way up north where the sun goes down a little bit too late. Where the roses grow and the people glow in some old fashion way. A girl I know is driving ‘round and breaking in her shell. Elizabeth still waits for me, and I will wait as well.
Maybe there’s a war outside. Maybe there’s a war outside. Oh, maybe there’s a war outside, but I can’t find it. Maybe there’s a war outside but I can’t find it.