meet me at the water s edge tonight running out of places to hide you say that these are nothing more than words but they re all words from old songs junior was a champion dancer mama couldn t make him stay if he comes back with both his legs then i m sure he s gonna dance again all this talk of war is it everyday hatred resides in a fitful mind and i don t want to live that way you leave between the stepping stones of life be careful not to slip now you re too young to die your blood is full of energy there s fire in your eyes but these people aren t your enemy the truth gets disguised junior was top of his class said he d be a doctor one day bullet in the spine now he s paralyzed and he ain t ever gonna walk again all this talk of war is it everyday now it s raging inside and the bullets are flying can t find a good enough reason why so many colors in this world and all of them are beautiful so many colors in this world and all of them are beautiful don t make your mind a prison cell don t make your mind a prison cell don t make your mind a prison cell don t make your mind a prison cell you have no right to play god you have no right to play god so meet me at the water s edge