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Empty sheets of paper
A half full fountain pen
Possibilities existing
With no end
Like the roads that you travel
To where you go from where you been
Are the ones will lead you
Back home again

But Im not here for trouble
Not for cause or effect
Not here to decide
Whats right from what is left
Dont ask for my guess
Yours is as good as mine
The same lights that shine
Might also make you blind.

And wont you come sing along
Wont you come sing my song
When the day is as short
As the night is long
How can you tell whats right
From what is wrong

I'm not here to say
What's bad from what is good
I only hope my words
Don't twist and get misunderstood
I drank the wine of the rich
And the beer of the poor
Come to find everybody
Everywhere just wants something more

Some fly their flags
Out in the foreign lands
The unseen hand that guides
Has us under its command
There are ones who fight the
Ones protesting the war
Cuz if there ain't a reason
Nothing is what they die for

And wont you come sing along
Wont you come sing my song
When the day is as short
As the night is long
How can you tell whats right
From what is wrong

We're strangers that meet
On sidewalks on the street
Believing everything we see
Expect for when senses deceive
Lets blur the line between
What is you and me
And not tell the difference
Between a flame and its heat.

And wont you come sing along
Wont you come sing my song
When the day is as short
As the night is long
How can you tell whats right
From what is wrong