Testo di Blue Sedans

The people came -yeah they came in the blue sedans to a graveyard in my town The people came With plastic roses faded grey from red Seems that they come here every year crying their hopeless tears We do not grieve as they who have no hope we're not abandoned as orphans -alone In Jesus we're not walkin' `round like this is all there is we're in this world, but we're not of it 'cause we are His, We are His A man sold guns away, on a corner of my town And he was open only sundays and he liked it that way Sir, I've gotta ask you, what's that picture there "That was my boy -my only boy- we lost him in the war" Before my pain was carved in stone I met a man - sold guns away