When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark

The melody blows in to ease the pain

Two thousand years and we're still here fighting over the same old fear

The muddy steps of hate can't stand this rain



I'll stand up on this stage as if it was my altar

I'll face down all the rage and no, I will not falter

Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay

In your heart



The mat on the floor says welcome, the sign on the door says no

Says 'No coloreds allowed unless you're playing in the show'

Well I've never seen a color except the ones up in the sky

When I see this kind of hatred I die a little inside



I'll stand up on this stage as if it was altar

I'll face down all this rage and no, I will not falter

Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay

And when you finish your song boy you've got to be on your way

But if I'm good enough to play then I'm good enough to stay

In your heart



This one's for the Godfather, Duke, Ella, and the Count

And for all those who fought their way here no matter the amount

For all of God's children walking through dumpsters in the back

Had to finish their show and leave just because their skin was black



They stood up on the stage as if it was their altar

They faced down all the rage and no, they did not falter

They were good enough to play but not good enough to stay

And when they finished their songs boy they had to be on their way

They were good enough to play and somehow they've always stayed

In our hearts



And if I'm good enough to play then we've got to find the space

In our hearts






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