♪ 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 Storms in the road Flew out from our bicycle tires Worlds removed from all those fires As we raced each other along All the roads In the road Now we drink our coffee all done We climb that ladder run by run We are the daughters and the sons And here's the line that's missing The starving children have been replaced By souls out on the street We give a dollar when we pass And hope our eyes don't meet We pencil in, we cancel out We crave the corner suite We kiss your ass, we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 whole And we don't ever receive it Storms in the road Fly out from beneath our wheels Another day, another deal Before we get back home Storms in the road Leave a mark from whence they came A thousand points of light or shame Baby, I don't know Storms In the road Storms In the road Thank you.