How am going to explain it to him What am i going to say when it's something that grim How the hell do you tell them that there comes an end How are you going to handle it and still be their friend How do you explain this world we face To all of the innocents we have brought to this place These and other questions stand in a row And i'm not satisfied with the answers i know What are you going to say to those eyes I can't even get close to the lies That are easier to tell you just say oh well I'll explain when he's older but somehow that's colder Than i want to be.............. I am uncomfortable lying to a child Feels like building a trap... for something wild Seems like building your house on the sand And then expecting the ocean to let it stand Somehow i must come up with better stuff I'm just not satisfied with the simplified guff That they shovel at kids by the handful Like the candy they buy at a stand full Of flags by the side of the road It's not good for them to hand 'em that load Of crap like they do................ I want a world where i can tell him the truth About everyone from jesus to john wilkes booth About how they lie in the house and the senate too And only get close to the truth when it suits them to And then on the very next day They're back to lying that way Of course it doesn't seem to matter what i want But i look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt And i wonder which thing made them lose their dream Cause mine is alive very much it would seem And i would just love to be able to hand it to him Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim I want a dream for him.............. I want a dream for him.............. I want a dream for him