17 – Trophies

Flying solo with the production on this one. Lyrics, vocals and bass guitar all by me.

Lyrics:

Go on, leave your trophies son
Won’t do you any favors
Soon enough, we’re on the run
from enemies and neighbors

The problem facing us is bigger than I thought
And I would have caught it
if I hadn’t been distracted
I acted out of trust
but it must have been misplaced
This place where I was raised
is no longer a home

Don’t clutch your purse, my wife
Just pack up your valise
We had pearls in our old life
but no more liberties

And the medal on your chest that marks you as the best
will provoke their ire
They’ve set fire to our hopes
They bring out their ropes
Shouting in the street
The sound of booted feet
is a sign that we must leave
But please, my dear, don’t grieve;
Look to the horizon

There’s a new sun rising
on a foreign shore

Forget the ornaments
We have no room to spare
The “fine folks” in government
have stood up and declared
That we’re enemies of the state
Though I don’t know what we’ve done
New suit, same old hate
So leave your trophies, son

We still have memories – necessities we’ll pack
And we won’t be back
for at least a generation
Not to this nation
which signed its own demise
with violence and lies
We leave before it dies

But wherever we may roam
we make ourselves a home

And think on this:
They cast us out
for no gain
and at what cost?
When they find your trophies, son
They’ll learn what they have lost