Mary Chapin Carpenter – Our Man Walter Cronkite (Guitar)

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Where are the arms of the world?

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They've always been able to find us

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Caught between borders and shores

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Reaching past danger and blindness

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My Mother wept over the headlines

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The Beatles appeared in my dreams

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"Hoo Boy" exclaimed our man Mister Cronkite

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As the Eagle touched down on blurry TV

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And where are the eyes of the world?

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They’ve always been able to see you

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Why did you give up and turn away

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At the moment that so many need you

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And the sight of children in cages

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While dog whistles stink up the place

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Everything's different but nothing much changes

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Our Man Walter Cronkite would be on the case

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And what will you miss when you're gone?

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Lovers and songs and light ever-changing

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And the sense that once you belong to something amazing

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It was something amazing

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Where is the heart of the world?

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I always believed it could love me

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It's one of those things without words

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Like the sight of the stars shining above me

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My Father rode trains Monday to Friday

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His chin fell asleep on his chest

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I carry what's left somewhere inside me

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Our Man Walter Cronkite has gone to his rest

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Our Man Walter Cronkite is gone