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 pain. But you will always be the same. You will always be the same. Go 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 pain. But you'll always be the same. You will always be the same. You will always be the same. Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat. Go on to the wars we won they came home they made up. And when the father meets the son. And the blood makes us better than the gain. You will always be the same.