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(Verse 1) 
So many people walking by, 
wondering what’s on their mind. 
I watched the trees and flowers grow 
when I still had the time.

(Chorus 1) 
I saw a man beneath a bridge,
counting coins and smoking weed
He asked me if the world had changed,
I told him, not in ways we need.
I think we might be better off in silence, 
I think we might be better off in silence.

(Verse 2)
The air is thick with things unsaid,
with songs we lost to screens and dread.
We trade our time for plastic gold
what’s left when all is sold?

No banners here, no battle cry,
just the wind and questions why.
If noise is truth, then why the fear
when silence draws us near?

(Bridge)
I walked the streets until they blurred,
until no sound, no voice was heard.

(Chorus)
I saw a man beneath a bridge,
counting coins and smoking weed
He asked me if the world had changed,
I told him, not in ways we need.
I think we might be better off in silence, 
I think we might be better off in silence.

(Outro)
I saw a man beneath a bridge,
counting coins and smoking weed
He asked me if the world had changed,
I told him, not in ways we need.

silence

Raymond James was his name given at birth,but everybody called him Ray.
He lived nearby to me when I was growing up. Never had a lot to say.
Ray’s old man came home from the war in 45. Met a girl named Gwen, began to date her.
They were married soon & bought a little house. Ray came along just one year later.
All the kids in the neighborhood would meet at Ray’s. There was a vacant lot next door.
We played games until it got too dark to see. The next day we’d come back for more.
Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man.

When Ray came home from ‘Nam he settled in to stay. Went on a date with Mona Dunn.
First love is the best, they say, and that was true for Ray. The first, the last, the only one.
Ray and Mona built a house next door to mom & dad. His dad gave him that piece of land.
They worked well together built that house with their own hands, with just a little help from Uncle Sam
Mona died from cancer, it was nineteen eighty one. Both his parents died in eighty-three.
Ray stayed on in that old house, he said, “I’ll never run, this is my house, makes sense to me.
Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man.

Found out yesterday that Ray had passed away last month. We all are struggling with our grief.
There’s been a pall on the whole damned neighborhood. No one knows what to believe.
You know they didn’t have a service when he died, like they did for his wife, Mona.
None of us could have attended anyway. Thanks, again, Corona.
And so tonight we’re gonna celebrate the way we can. Hide’n Seek in the neighborhood.
The kids will all be playing – even moms and dads.Here’s to you, Ray, you were good.



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