Checkered lines
Down a cobbled piece of pavement
Tragic prose
Stained with tears
And still I’m crying

Then I jumped down from heaven
To salvation
One more problem
No more yours
No more mine

Flags are flying low today
Across our nation
In the name of love
Another fool has died

Yet they walk away
Without an explanation
No more problem
No more yours
Than it is mine

Oh I’m living in a time of desperation
And the answer seems impossible to find
But nobody understands
My situation
One more problem
They got theirs
I got mine