To Me from You

Oh boy, if you could see what I am seeing now

Four motors flying a half mile above the ground

In their path, the trees will all be hewn down

Ol' sol won't have to work hard to come up and around

Those trees and our enemies will bow down to us

Never to rise, forever to rest

Am I certain of this?

Am I certain of anything?

All I need is you, even a half-truth

Of your silhouette in my living room

What am I to do with my love for you?

Should I bury it with those letters written to me

To me, to me, to me, to me, to me from you?

So you think that those city boys would serve Sam well?

I believe that anyone could

When they're not living in some living hell

What makes a man?

Is it his circumstance?

What kind of thief could a man be

If he's never had a want or a need for anything?

Who's hand above are we swinging in?

And who is he accountable to in the end?

Oh my God, I see it all, I see the end

His face is facing me and the ground is facing him

Is he different than me?

Am I different than anyone?

All I need is you, even a half-truth

Of your silhouette in my living room

What am I to do with my love for you?

Should I bury it with those letters written to me

To me, to me, to me, to me, to me from you?