Joe stands by the gate
While his family pulls away
All the songs that he played
On the front porch start to fade
What is trust? They can’t be bothered
They say blood is thicker than water
Lost my team,
I’ve gotta take control
I will no longer be let down
Someone built the shops and someone made the shoes and they are far away from me
Someone made the laws and erected all the towns and they are far away from me
Someone has an idea of control, someone built the mold, I feel I’m stuck in the hold
Someone paved the street and someone is on the beat, and they have nothing to do with me
I think I can chop some wood, I think that it might do me some good
I won’t be let down; I’m gonna find my own rhythm now
From the dead of winter to the height of summer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
March on the beat of the exact same drummer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
Someone built the ship that I’m sailing on; I can find a team and we can make a run
8 men rowing through the mouth of the river; heart thumping loud; the dreams they deliver
I have a hard time dealing with really empty feeling, try build myself up when I fell
If the world descends into another war at least I have a story to tell
If the bombs take my limbs away I won’t be able to swing and sway
But I won’t worry about that now; I’m gonna find my own rhythm, somehow
From the dead of winter to the height of summer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
March on the beat of the exact same drummer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
I’m in the water
To get with the boat
To the doc where
The people are clapping
And yelling and
Slapping the back
And the power
To keep all the
Winners and that is cuz
We got the swing
All the regatta
Along all the water
We’re rowing and glowing
We won’t be
Put on the back
Cuz we want it more
Than the others
And I’m not gonna stop
We are makin’ it sing
We got the rhythm and we got the beat
We gotta get through the cold and the heat
We gotta the pushing and pulling
Cuz we are the poetry in motion
From the dead of winter to the height of summer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
March on the beat of the exact same drummer (ho-ha, ho-ha)
When I say ho, you say ha; ho, hah; ho; ha
When I say ho, you say ha; ho, hah, ho; ha
The beat goes on and on
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