One Time Last Night (Live)

A wise man was telling stories to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave In this land here of the free One time one night in America A lady dressed in white with the man she loved Standing along the side of their pickup truck A shot rang out in the night Just when everything seemed right Another headline written down in America The guy that lived next door in #305 Took the kids to the park and disappeared About half past nine Who will ever know How much she loved them so That dark night alone in America A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave In this land here of the free One time one night in America Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop A car skidded into the rain Making the last little one a saint One more light goes out in America A young girl tosses a coin in the wishing well She hopes for a heaven while for her There's just this hell She gave away her life To become somebody's wife Another wish unanswered in America People having so much faith Die too soon while all the rest come late We write a song that no one sings On a cold black stone Where a lasting peace will finally bring The sunlight plays upon my windowpane I wake up to a world that's still the same My father said to be strong And that a good man could never do wrong In a dream I had last night in America A wise man was telling storie to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave In this land here of the free One time one night in America