Water comes up...then recedesnafter taking what it needsnswollen brown and roaring bynmaking all the children crynsinging it's song of freedomnsinging it's song of freedomnnWhile war goes on in distant landsnat home we try to understandna God with better things to donhaving some fun with our lives toonsinging a song of freedomnsinging a song of freedomnnoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternnthe bridge is gonenswept awaynto points unknown is what they saynbody tangled in wire of treesnlike strange fruit in the evening breezennSmall town values small town connsmall town roads just up and gonenpoliticians hover in the skynsmall town numbers need not applynbut keep singing your song of freedomnkeep singing your song of freedomnnoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternoh oh you better mind the waternnLevees held...nflood walls toonbacks are slapping...I told younso a few are buried in soggy groundnwhile outside nobody makes a soundnnWhat does it take...what does it meannwhen destruction it just can't be seennfrom an SUV or an easy chairnfar away from the camera's glarensinging it's song of freedomnsinging it's song of freedom