Daylight Come Songtext
Freedom
Is it how we lead them to fight our wars
Truth
When a child can choose what he might believe in
The hope
In a man who's broken, he just needs someone
The road
Give the heavy, heavy load is not spoken of
We see that daylight come
Sitting out back, watch the sunrise
Holding hands, we're side by side
We could feel that love start to rise up
If her feet don't move, the beat won't groove
So get up and cut your body loose
But sometimes she get get a little bit lonely
An orphan boy looks in the sky
He says father, father what's so wrong with being alive
Because we walk slow with our heads hung low
But have we lost our souls
We see that daylight come
Sitting out back, watch the sunrise
Holding hands, we're side by side
We could feel that love start to rise up
If her feet don't move, the beat won't groove
So get up and cut your body loose
All I ever need is just a little bit of loving
All you really need is just a little bit of something hot
I was wishing all the soldiers home where they would just carry on living
All the sicklings with their heads hung low would have something to call their own
Is it how we lead them to fight our wars
Truth
When a child can choose what he might believe in
The hope
In a man who's broken, he just needs someone
The road
Give the heavy, heavy load is not spoken of
We see that daylight come
Sitting out back, watch the sunrise
Holding hands, we're side by side
We could feel that love start to rise up
If her feet don't move, the beat won't groove
So get up and cut your body loose
But sometimes she get get a little bit lonely
An orphan boy looks in the sky
He says father, father what's so wrong with being alive
Because we walk slow with our heads hung low
But have we lost our souls
We see that daylight come
Sitting out back, watch the sunrise
Holding hands, we're side by side
We could feel that love start to rise up
If her feet don't move, the beat won't groove
So get up and cut your body loose
All I ever need is just a little bit of loving
All you really need is just a little bit of something hot
I was wishing all the soldiers home where they would just carry on living
All the sicklings with their heads hung low would have something to call their own