Forty-seven years, he don't keep count anymore
But it's been twenty since he married, twenty five since his tour
And it's been how long since that night in the rain?
Spent protesting the debates until the candidates leave
Strikes a nice balance between science and signs
Back then he carried all her books, knew he'd be with her for life
And some they play along knowing that they'll never win
But they can't put out a fire because they're jealous of it
We got a lot of soul
The time we're given's not enough for my story
Count up all those years you won't learn what lies in store
But knowing nothing lasts forever makes things just matter more
He said “come on, son, here we drift like the leaves”
When those dark clouds start billowing up, we stand up, we say
We've got a lot of soul
The time we're given's not enough for my story