He sat down with his guitar in a distant place When a man walks up and tells him 'Buddy there are some things you cannot say' I'll be damned if you'll tell me What I can and cannot feel I won't be no puppet here none of your back room deals Modern love was invented by the minstrels in the dark ages Where they used to hunt them down from town to town Man what deck are we dealing from here When a girl walks up and says 'You got something we've got to hear'
Brave and crazy...brave on Brave and crazy...brave on
Along the boardwalk of this burned out tourist town The ghosts of another day stalk the barren beaches Where all come to hide from the rattling of the sounds Of skeletons in the closet Hoping nothing brings them down She says 'I have lived nearly all my life' 'I scare them to death because I say what I like'
Brave and crazy...brave on Brave and crazy...brave on
There's a war here between freedom and the hypocrites Who will try on all disguises just to see what fits Truth is the one thing to live love and die for The rooftops of the world
Brave on...
He packs his car and picks a course upon a map Maybe east of eden or maybe farther west than all of that Writes down everything he's seen, everything that he feels Then rips it up it doesn't say enough then throws it is a passing field