Everything That Rises - Wild Strawberries

There’s a penny poised on a whitewashed fence

There’s a little black boy praying for his government

There’s a nervous lady reaching for her place

There’s a red faced son running from his race

Everything that rises

Everything that rises

Everything that rises must converge

This is my country-this is your sign-

We are painting fences, drawing lines

Well I don’t know much about anything

And I don’t know much about conversation

Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away

Do you know Coventry-ribbons and bows-

She will throw confetti in your soul

Well I don’t know much about anything

And I don’t know much about conversation

Look at me, look at me giving my weakness away