face the nation
Singer:john hiatt
my mind is finally clearing
what is this sound i'm hearing?
chainsaws on bone and gristle
carving out a new epistle
i've got my pencil sharpened
i will not be disheartened
even though the news is slanted
airwaves and wire service
trying to make me nervous
your headaches are inflated
propelled by raw emotions
put down your time and newsweek
listen to me when i speak
there is no pulse to finger
no waves of grain to bring her