Empty Streets from Bare Bones by Kirk FLeta

I see the streets are all empty, I guess the children are gone
Where could they go so far from home?
Bad news and corruption, don't wanna get used to it
Doesn't seem strange when it's all you know

Wrong to the left of me, and wrong to the right
what can we do if we all must fight?
I've seen it before, it comes and it goes
we never seem to learn that's the way it goes

I never thought that the book would be right
I never tried to understand it
But now I can see just a bit of the light
Come on in, there's no need to fight it

Black on the right, and white on the left
have all of our senses gone away?
It's all just a matter of a man's insecurity
He can't hold his head up without cuttin' man down

Lyrics and music by Kirk FLeta

• Acoustic
• Acoustic rock
• Americana
• Amreicana
• Fleta
• Folk Rock
• James Taylor
• Kirk FLeta
• Tennessee whiskey
• alternative rock
• ben harper
• blues
• bluesy folk
• folk
• jack johnson
• Gatlinburg