You Will Always Be the Same

Go on to the street, to the cars in the pouring rain

Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames

And when the son meets the father

It'll be something smarter for the painBut you will always be the same

You will always be the sameGo on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile

Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time

And when the son meets the dad

It'll be pretty bad for the painBut you'll always be the same

You will always be the same

You will always be the sameGo on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat

Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made us

And when the father meets the son

And the blood makes us better than the gainYou will always be the same

You will always be the same

You will always be the same