He sat down with his guitar in a distant place
When a man walks up and tells him
"Buddy there are some things you cannot say
I'll be damned if you'll tell me
What I can and cannot feel
And I won't be no puppet here
None of your back room dealsModern love was invented by the minstrels in the dark ages
Where they used to hunt them down from town to town
Man what deck are we dealing from here
When a girl walks up and says
"You got something we've got to hear"Brave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave on
Brave and crazy (crazy)
Brave onAlong the boardwalk of this burned out tourist town
The ghosts of another day stalk the barren beaches
Where all come to hide from the rattling of the sounds
Of skeletons in the closet
Hoping nothing brings them down
She says "I have lived nearly all my life"
"I scare them to death because I say what I like"Brave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave on
Brave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave onThere's a war here between freedom and the hypocrites
Who will try on all disguises just to see what fits
Truth is the one thing to live, love and die for
Raise your barbaric scream
High above the rooftops of the world
Brave onHe packs his car and picks a course upon a map
Maybe east of Eden or maybe farther west than all of that
Then writes down everything he's seen, and everything that he feels
Then rips it up, it doesn't say enough
And throws it is a passing fieldBrave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave on
Brave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave onBrave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave on
Brave and crazy (crazy)
Oh, brave on
And on and on and on and onBrave and crazy
Brave on
Brave and crazy
Brave on
And on and on and on and onYeah yeah yeah yeah
Brave and crazy
Brave on
Brave and crazy
Brave onBrave and crazy
Brave on
Songwriters
COCHRANE, THOMAS WILLIAMPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group