A Rose, By Any Other Name — Future, Ghost, Rain lyrics

Lyrics

I was born fifty years too late.
The truth is good men die everyday.
My life is results of grace and all the choices I have made.
«Hard times"is a taste I have never been fed.
I walk along the angels and the dead.
I have met the face of reality,
but I ain’t never had to shake of her hands.
The future is a ghost in the rain
and death came as fast as we came.
I am the spoiled son. I was born as the second one.
Sometimes I’m the prodigal son
and sometimes I’m the other one.
If I am «the veteran», then I guess that makes you «the war.»
In this «Harvard"town, we get no rewards.
My voice is not steady, my voice is not clean.
But I don’t care of any of these things.
The future is lost in the rain.