Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain   Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames   And when the son meets the father   It'll be something smarter for the pain   But you will always be the same   You will always be the same     Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile   Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time   And when the son meets the dad   It'll be pretty bad for the pain   But you'll always be the same   You will always be the same   You will always be the same     Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat   Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up   And when the father meets the son,   And the blood makes us better than the gain   You will always be the same