The blue wall of silence has met the solid wall of sound and all the goons are checking their guns at the door. The lyrics help where the words fall short, but it’ll be the action that really paints the pictures that’ll hang in those museums of the future.
We’re gonna get there if we keep pouring into the streets. We’re gonna get there if we keep knocking on those doors. We’re gonna get there if we keep acknowledging things done well. We’re gonna get there when we can truly identify we. We are.