G  D  C  C    D  D  Am7/G  G 
{intro: all instruments} 
G  D  C  C    D  D  G  G 
{intro: all instruments} 
  

G              D         C          C      D      D       Am7/G   G 
  When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives 
G          D            C              C   D      D          Am7/G    G 
  The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye 
G             D        C       C      D       D          Am7/G    G 
  We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime 
G       D         C       C          D           D              Am7/G    G 
  Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds 
  

C         C      D       D   G          C - G    D       D 
  And the stones in the road shone like diamonds in the dust 
Am           Am     Em        Em       C         G        D     D 
  And then a voice called to us     to make our way back home 
  
When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd 

To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town 

His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground 

And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down 
  
And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires 

Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home 
  
{guitar solo; same as intro.} 

{piano solo; use verse chords.} 
  

           C(9)       C(9)   C(9)   C(9)   D          D      G        G 
And now we drink our coffee on the run, we climb that ladder rung by rung 
   C(9)    C(9)       C(9)    C(9)     Em         C           D      D D D 
We are the daughters and the sons, and here's the line that's missing 
  
The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street 
We give a dollar when we pass, and hope our eyes don't meet 
We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite 
We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt 
  
And the stones in the road fly out from beneath our wheels 
Another day, another deal, before we get back home 
  
And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came 
A thousand points of light or shame, baby, I don't know 
 
{repeat guitar solo three times; end on G.}