The Good Guys

I’ve weighed options near and far
To destinations steered by stars
But I will ride with the good guys
Revolution’s siren song,
All gray solutions, neither right nor wrong
So I’ll decide for the good guys

The leaves are falling, God is calling
From somewhere up on that mountainside
I would like to explore but I’m just too lazy to climb
Don’t want to lose my, my option to choose
My day is likely wearing thin
And I must remain afloat just above the din

And I believe that this is something that I can win,
And I’ll find some resolve from within
Akin with the good guys

The sky is crying, the eagle is flying
But still, they see fit to complain
Without perfection they just can’t let this good reign
And so it ping-pongs, the rights, the wrongs
The ceremony is wearing thin
I must compose a new prayer to forgive the sin

And this is something that I must win, fueled by a resolve from within
Akin with the good guys
Weighing options near and far, I’ll set my ship to steer by the stars
And I will side with the good guys

Time will tell if I have chosen well, time will tell if I have chosen well
My final victory or my initial mistake?
The burden of the chances that I am willing to take