Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain

Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames

And when the son meets the father

It'll be something smarter for the pain

But you will always be the same

You will always be the same.

Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile

Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time

And when the son meets the dad

It'll be pretty bad for the pain

But you'll always be the same

You will always be the same

You will always be the same.

Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat

Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up

And when the father meets the son,

And the blood makes us better than the gain

You will always be the same.