A young man finds himself in a foreign land, fighting for freedom and missing the life he left behind.
There’s a black dog runnin’ in the field of dreams
Play all day in a magic land
It’s warm and sunny, or that’s how it seams
Utopia in the clap of my hands
It gets hard to go on smiling, when the world outside screams louder, ‘till my ears begin to bleed
I know, I know. You feel it to but there’s only so much you can concede
An armor plated future if you wanna play it safe, and a pair of night goggles on the seat if the going gets tough
Got an AK-47 for love, case a hug won’t do, I brought some Pepto-Bismol case the ride gets rough
But I know there’s a black dog runnin’ in the field of dreams
Play all day in a magic land
It’s warm and sunny, or that’s how it seams
Utopia in the clap of my hands
Momma sent some cookies in a box last week, from the land where the black dog plays
And a newspaper clippin’ said we want to go home, but the president added more days
But we came to stand up for what we believe, to that end we will die for it to
So Momma don’t you cry at the evening news, because we’re doing it all for you
And I know there’s a black dog runnin’ in the field of dreams
Play all day in a magic land
It’s warm and sunny, or that’s how it seams
Utopia in the clap of my hands
If everybody would stop and look around, and try their hardest to find a reason to love
Treat white as black, as yellow or brown, or whatever you can think of
Give each other the benefit of the doubt, work as a human race
Maybe it could work a little easier, and we could all go to that place.
Where there’s a black dog runnin’ in the field of dreams
Play all day in a magic land
It’s warm and sunny, or that’s how it seams
Utopia in the clap of my hands
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