These lyrics have been excerpted directly from the Paul Simon song called called An American Tune published in 1973.  I was listening to this while washing dishes last week and realized our song writers are sometimes both prophets and psalm writers for these times beyond times.  As you read this, think of your immigrant brothers and sisters.  Some lyrics transcend time and events.

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken

And many times confused

Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken

And certainly misused

. . .

I’m just weary to my bones

Still, you don’t expect to be

Bright and bon vivant

So far away from home, so far away from home

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered

I don’t have a friend who feels at ease

I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered

Or driven to its knees

…

And I dreamed I was flying

And high above my eyes could clearly see

The Statue of Liberty

Sailing away to sea …

. . .

Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day

And I’m trying to get some rest

That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

© 1973 Words and Music by Paul Simon 

A few words from The Good Decision

I am grateful everyday for the poets and song writers who keep my heart open, blood flowing and empathy engaged in these stone cold times under the raging currents of autocrats thumbing down the working men and women of America.  Such a tune we sing and yet . . . the music is good.