A social commentary War, Old Age, Single moms, Nannies, Hookers and worn out vets. With my own blues mixed in.
drugs
apathy
war
veteran
homelessness
Lyrics
Beyond our Gate
2008 Bill Robinson ASCAP
Took a stroll through the park on gravel paths where worn out men were walking
And playgrounds laughed and giggled While moms and baby sitters sat talking
Then I looked into a mothers eyes Knowing good sons were lyin dyin
In a far off place of war with Sad women and old children cryin
Seen a man push a shopping cart Hes Captain delusion in his crowd
The memories of war in his dreams In their silence are so loud
Seen a girl who works for highs and lows In dark movie houses in the back row
Her back is to the screen she dont see They play a life shell never know
Its hard to give a damn when its someone elses news
Its hard to give a damn when youre drowning in you own blues.
Its a wrong way to feel Its a wrong way to deal
With the truths that were all knowing
Men will die on a perfect day
Its a wrong way to feel Its a wrong way to deal
We all sit here safe and contemplate
the rest of the world beyond our gate
Bridge
I came home and locked the door Forgot about the girl
Forgot about the shopping cart Forgot about the war
Repeat Prechorus and Chorus