I look out to the fields

Where blood is shed upon the ground

I breathe in, breathe out

Change the channel, mute the sound

I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head

Stomach seething at the thought of all those human beings dead



I breathe in, breathe out

I'm going to an interview

About a song, three minutes long

That will mean nothing to you

Especially when your dearest friend

Was sent to cover Kosovo

His last assignment brought a bullet

And now he's gone, he's gone



Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down

Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from the ground

God give me strength to pray that You will set things right

'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed



There was a Christian in the office

Sent to tell the wife the news

Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the womb

I breathe in, breathe out

Soak the ground up with my eyes

I try to say a healing word

But my tongue is paralyzed



Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down

Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from the ground

God give me strength to pray that You will set things right

'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed