Lyrics

Not so long ago we were busy living life,

With hopes and dreams ahead,

While overcoming strife.

We tried to get along, though we often disagreed.

Now we’re turning on each other,

With violence, hate and greed.

 

Where are we headed,

That road we’re traveling on?

Where are we headed,

As we put our armor on?

Where are we headed,

Do you sense there’s something wrong?

Perhaps it’s time to seek the truth,

Before the fight is gone.

 

The liars have been busy,

Playing on our fears.

They manipulate and pit us,

Against our neighbors, friends and peers.

If they could just divide us,

Perhaps they’ll get their way.

As they trample every freedom,

Every moment of the day.

 

 

Where are we headed,

That road we’re traveling on?

Where are we headed,

As we put our armor on?

Where are we headed,

Do you sense there’s something wrong?

Perhaps it’s time to seek the truth,

Before the fight is gone.

 

I believe that freedom’s won,

In every single soul.

Its tenets etched on every heart,

As the battle takes its toll.

We must never give up striving,

For freedom’s sweet refrain.

For that’s America’s heritage,

That the liars so disdain.

 

 

It seems the lies are mounting,

As we try to hold the line.

While many drunk-on power,

Believe they’re doing fine.

I feel the anger rising,

As the walls come closing in.

But saying no is duty,

When tyranny sets in.

 

 

Where are we headed,

That road we’re traveling on?

Where are we headed,

As we put our armor on?

Where are we headed,

Do you sense there’s something wrong?

Perhaps it’s time to seek the truth,

Before the fight is gone.

 

The liars never thought,

We’d stop their evil plan.

By joining hands together,

we can rise and make a stand.

The liars have forgotten,

We did this once before.

We broke the chains of bondage,

On freedom’s sandy shore.

 

America’s not alone,

When it comes to standing tall.

The world has paid the price before,

And answered every call.

Fathers, sons and brothers bled,

On many foreign lands.

The world must stand United,

As we put it in God’s hands.

 

Where are we headed,

That road we’re traveling on?

Where are we headed,

As we put our armor on?

Where are we headed,

Do you sense there’s something wrong?

Perhaps it’s time to seek the truth,

Before the fight is gone.

copyright 2021 Robert Ritter/5050 Records