Why’d you come to me and ask me why I cling to this tree?
It’s because I feel the world changing underneath my feet.
There’s so much poison in the air and everything I see.
I’m not sure what’s becoming of me.
Every day I recognize
less of yesterday’s humanity.
Chorus
I believe there’s got to be a better way.
I’m holding on for what could be a better day.
If we change our ways we might ask ourselves just why
We had to leave this earth so wounded before we had to die.
We’ve burned through every promise that tomorrow would be free.
Now we’re living with the harvest
of the things we chose to be.
Chorus
There’s got to be a way to turn this story back around.
Lay our weapons on the ground.
Learn again what hope has found.
Maybe history is waiting
for someone to choose today.
Maybe that’s how all tomorrow
begins to find its way.
Guitar Break
This old world is tired,
but it hasn’t lost its soul.
Every forest starts with one small seed.
Every river starts to flow.
If enough of us remember
who we really came to be,
maybe “better day” begins
with you…
and maybe me.
Chorus
Why’d you come to me and ask me why I cling to this tree?
Maybe somewhere deep inside
you still believe what I believe.
If one heart can choose tomorrow,
maybe two can start today.
I’m still holding on…
for what could be a better day.
Copyright 1982 Dave-Michael Valentine. All Rights Reserved.