All That We Let in sing and play along

(Ooh,

ooh,

ooh.)

The dust in our eyes our own boots kicked up,

heartsick, we nurse along the way we picked up.

You may not see it when it's sticking to your skin,

but we're better off for all that we let in.

We've lost friends and loved ones much too young,

with so much promise and work left undone,

when all that guards us is a single center line and the brutal crossing over when it's time.

(Ooh, Well, I don't know where it all begins,

ooh, and I don't know where it all will end;

ooh.) we're better off for all that we let in.

One day, those toughies will be withered up and bent,

the father, son, and the holy warriors,

and the President,

with glory days of putup dukes for all the world to see,

beaten into submission in the name of the free.

But we're in an evolution, I have heard it said.

And ev'ryone's so busy now, but do we move ahead?

Planets hurling and atoms splitting and a sweater for your love you sit there knitting.

(Ooh, Well, I don't know where it all begins,

ooh, and I don't know where it all will end;

ooh.) we're better off for all that we let in.

You see those crosses on the side of the road

or tied with ribbons in the median,

they make me grateful I can go this mile,

lay me down at night and wake me up again.

Kat writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck;

we don't believe in war and we don't believe in luck.

The birds were calling to her;

what were they saying as the gate blew open and the tops of the trees were swaying?

I pass the cemetery, walk my dog down there.

I read the names in stone and I say a silent prayer.

When I get home, you're cooking supper on the stove,

and the greatest gift of life is to know love.

(Ooh, Well, I don't know where it all begins,

ooh, and I don't know where it all will end;

ooh.) we're better off for all that we let in.