Paralyzed

I look out to the fields Where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in, breathe out Change the channel, mute the sound I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head Stomach seething at the thought of all those human beings dead I breathe in, breathe out I'm going to an interview About a song, three minutes long That will mean nothing to you Especially when your dearest friend Was sent to cover Kosovo His last assignment brought a bullet And now he's gone, he's gone Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from the ground God give me strength to pray that You will set things right 'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed There was a Christian in the office Sent to tell the wife the news Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the womb I breathe in, breathe out Soak the ground up with my eyes I try to say a healing word But my tongue is paralyzed Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from the ground God give me strength to pray that You will set things right 'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed