If We Leave Them Now
(with apologies to Peter Cetera and Chicago)
If I deceive you now, I’ll make our stay the biggest travesty…
Oooo yo! Ain’t no way we go….
These Iraqi vows… don’t take away my heart and make me flee…
Oooo yo! Baby we can’t go….
A love for war was Rove’s… his cards not mine…
How could we schlep it all away?
I’d love to spar with those who will not mind…
How can I draft them for the fray?
When the sorrow comes then we’re both beset…
Things in sad decay…
A love for war was Rove’s… his cards not mine…
How could we schlep it all away?
I’d love to spar with those who will not mind…
How could I draft them all today?
Then tomorrow comes and we’ll all regret…
Things in sad decay…
If we just flee somehow… the stakes impale the very heart of me…
Oooo yo ! Say it just ain’t so…
Whole world… just got to buy my lies…
No, maybe we can’t go
Ooo manna, I just got to get to heaven, yeah…
Our guns and cars… can’t leave them all behind…