Sang About It

Why are all those people camping in the middle of the street?
You can't even see the stars and there aren't that many trees
And I guess there might be fires and there's probably ghost stories
But I still think something feels wrong and someone should do something

So I went home and I sang about it
And I did so, beautifully

And I start my way to Big Bear
I could actually taste the sky
But I guess most people liked it
'Cause they just got back in line
And they say they still need more proof and tell me to go to hell
But if we wait for the evidence both of us might as well

So I went home and I sang about it
And I did so, beautifully
So I went home and I sang
And I stayed in my lane
And I posted on my page about it
And I did so you could see