Текст песни Our Man Walter Cronkite - Bonus Track - Mary Chapin Carpenter
                                                Where 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                arms 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world?
 
                                    
                                
                                                They've 
                                                always 
                                                been 
                                                able 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caught 
                                                between 
                                                borders 
                                                and 
                                                shores
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reaching 
                                                past 
                                                dangerous 
                                                blindless
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                mother 
                                                wept 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                headlines
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Beatles 
                                                appeared 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Ooh, 
                                                boy", 
                                                exclaimed 
                                                our 
                                                man 
                                                Walter 
                                                Cronkite
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                eagle 
                                                touched 
                                                down 
                                                on 
                                                blurry 
                                                TV
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                where 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world?
 
                                    
                                
                                                They've 
                                                always 
                                                been 
                                                able 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                that 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                need 
                                                you?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sight 
                                                of 
                                                children 
                                                and 
                                                cages
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                dog 
                                                whistles 
                                                stink 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everything's 
                                                different 
                                                but 
                                                nothing 
                                                much 
                                                changes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                man 
                                                Walter 
                                                Cronkite 
                                                would 
                                                be 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                case
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                will 
                                                you 
                                                miss 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                gone?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lovers 
                                                in 
                                                songs 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                ever-changing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sense 
                                                that 
                                                once 
                                                you 
                                                belonged
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                something 
                                                amazing, 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                something 
                                                amazing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                always 
                                                believed 
                                                it 
                                                could 
                                                love 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                one 
                                                of 
                                                those 
                                                things 
                                                without 
                                                words
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                sight 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stars 
                                                shining 
                                                above 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                father 
                                                rode 
                                                trains 
                                                Monday 
                                                to 
                                                Friday
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                chin 
                                                fell 
                                                asleep 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                chest
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                carry 
                                                what's 
                                                left 
                                                somewhere 
                                                inside 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                man 
                                                Walter 
                                                Cronkite 
                                                has 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                his 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                man 
                                                Walter 
                                                Cronkite 
                                                has 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                 
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