WE KNOW TOO MUCH - A tribute to the late, great Mark Heard.

I went down where the road meets the sea
And I took everything that I own
I was sitting on catastrophe's knee
I was expecting Armageddon to come. The highway was choked with its usual clots of pickups and loud radios
The airwaves were full of the obvious
I was muttering "what have we done" And You cried out to stop me. I said it's too late. You and me we know too much. Well I dreamed that we found bloody guns
As we were looking for holes in the air
Someone shouted that we were the ones
So I stepped on the gas in despair. I woke up from the dream in a sweat,
With the knowledge of evil and good
I looked at my own silhouette. It looked back with a bad attitude. In our hearts we are wandering Gypsies
In our minds we are heirs to the jewels
To the poor we are swaddled in riches
To the rich we ain't nothing but poor. We don't know what became of our fortune
It could rescue or end other lives
We are gathering speed through this tunnel
To go down where the truth meets the lie.