Ten Years - Ara Macao

I heard the voice of God come through me

And tell me, «Son, what’s your excuse?

You have your health, your friends, your money

Some people barely make the news»

And it dawned on me that there are bigger deals than love

But pain does not discriminate, it’s all from above

I can’t make you stay

Guess I’ll have to wait

'Til I find someone that’s just like you

Who can read my mind

Never let me hide

And then she will probably break me too

It’s bigger than me

Walk, talk, play, fuck, make a scene

It’s bigger than me

Treat this fever with a drink

I heard the voice of God come through me

And tell me, «Son, you’re on your own

How could I heal you from this fever

When there are people left without a home?»

And even if both move on

Could we meet in ten years

And talk about home?