I’ve been on this road, so long
I can barely stand my own damn songs
Heard these words so many times
Can’t believe I can still find the words to rhyme
For this silly thing, that we call Love

But I’m a Peace Pilgrim on the road
And every road that we go
No matter which way, East or West
The road that leads to Home is best
Of all the roads both East and West
That road that leads to Home is Best

And I’m a golden boy
Grasping hold of the Earth
And this land is mine
Cause I know what it’s truly worth

And I’m a golden boy, with blue hands
And I know what to do with them

I’m gonna place them on your brow
And hope that one day
You’ll learn how to love yourself
I Hope One Day
We’ll learn how to Love Ourselves
I Hope One Day
We’ll learn how to Love Eachother
I Hope One Day
We’ll learn how to Love Another
I Hope One Day
We’ll learn how to Love
Every Color We Could EVER BE!

And I’m a golden boy
Grasping hold of this here Earth
And THIS LAND IS MINE!
Cause I know what it’s truly worth.
SAID, “THIS LAND IS MINE!
Cause I KNOW WHAT IT’S TRULY WORTH.”

I know I sound just like a friend of mine
I know our words and our tones
Sound very much alike
But I tell ya, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN
That’s how I like it
No I don’t give a damn, That’s fine
What a beautiful friend of mine
And though, I never set my eyes upon his face
No, I never set my eyes upon his face
But I sure Love him, I surely do
And I sure Love you, I sure Love you

I know now, every time I holler
Another angel gets it’s wings
So I say, “Come on baby, let’s fly tonight!
And maybe we’ll just find, Another SONG TO SING!!
Another SONG TO SING!!
Another SONG TO SING!!
HOPE WE FIND Another SONG TO SING!!
HOPE WE FIND Another SONG TO SING!!
HOPE WE FIND Another SONG TO SING!!
HOPE WE FIND Another SONG TO SING!!

And I’ll be paying it forward for a long long time
Cause I’ve been watching and somebody’s been
Answering every prayer of mine
And I’ve been holding back too long
And what else is there left?

If I’ve got my rosery beads sitting on the shelf
And they’re all filled up with prayers for myself
And I’ve seemed to forgotten about everybody else

So I asked God, What’s He Thinkin’?
And then one day I went out walkin’
And I found me a leather knife sheath
And next to it, an old knife

And I said, “God, Hey, Whatcha thinkin’?”
And He said, “Can you be a Good Man?”:
I said He said, “Can you Be a Good Man!?”
I said She said, “Can you Be a Good Man!?”
“Oh Kriss, Can you be a Good Man!?”
“I Know YOU Can Be A Good Man!”
“I Know You CAN Be A Good Man!”

But Every Warrior, He Must Earn His Right To Bare Arms
And Every Warrior, She Must Earn Her Right To Bare Arms
Yes, We Must Earn Our Right To Bare Arms
We Must Earn Our Right To Bare Arms!
We Must Earn Our Right To Bare Arms!

So, The Angels will shoot their arrow
And if you catch it in your hand
Before it enters your lonesome chest,
They will ask you to carve your own name there
And you will write it down in cursive
And you will etch into the bone
Of your sternum cover thymus
And from this day forth, you’ll be known,
“Ohanu! Ohanu! Ohanu!”

God said, “I Always Knew!”
She said, “I Always Knew!”
He said, “I Always Knew…
You’d Make The Catch!”