When we were young, we pledged allegiance   Every morning of our lives   The classroom rang with children's voices   Under teacher's watchful eye      We learned about the world around us   At our desks and at dinnertime   Reminded of the starving children   We cleaned our plates with guilty minds      And the stones in the road   Shone like diamonds in the dust   And then a voice called to us   To make our way back home      When I was ten, my father held me   On his shoulders above the crowd   To see a train draped in mourning   Pass slowly through our town      His widow kneeled with all their children   At the sacred burial ground   And the TV glowed that long hot summer   With all the cities burning down      And the stones in the road   Flew out beneath our bicycle tires   Worlds removed from all those fires   As we raced each other home      And now we drink our coffee on the run   We climb that ladder rung by rung   We are the daughters and the sons   And here's the line that's missing      The starving children have been replaced   By souls out on the street   We give a dollar when we pass   And hope our eyes don't meet      We pencil in, we cancel out   We crave the corner suite   We kiss your ass, we make you hold   We doctor the receipt      And the stones in the road   They fly out from beneath our wheels   Another day, another deal   Before we get back home      Stones in the road   Leave a mark from whence they came   A thousand points of light or shame   Baby, I don't know