writer/artist (acoustic/electric/eclectic)
Lyrics
"broken dreams"
blood all over the white picket fence
puddles all over the street
people cower cower all over the place
hey look what you done to the we
seems like when you work you're just runnin' in place
and that ain't no damn place to be
runnin' down a worn torn town and down crumblin' streets
shakin' from broken dreams
(woah 3x)
grandma's shakin' little baby's dead, right there in her arms
her mamma and daddy's been blown up, into a million parts
parts that never never can be, put back together again
even with the end of a war, where do you begin
(woah 6x)
blood all over the white picket fence
puddles all over the street
people cower cower all over the place
hey look what you done to the we
seems when you work you're just runnin' in place
and that ain't no damn place to be
runnin' down some worn torn town
and down a crumblin' street
copyright 2026 John Lobello
email johnlobellomusic@gmail.com
Phone 412-303-9778
