He sat down with his guitar in a distant place
When a man walks up and tells him
"Buddy there are some things you cannot say"
I'll be damned if you'll tell me
What I can and cannot feel
I won't be no puppet here
Of none of your back room deals
Modern love was invented
By the minstrels in the dark ages
Where they used to hunt them down
From town to town
Man what deck are we dealing from here
When a girl walks up and says
"You got something we've got to hear"
Brave and crazy... brave on
Brave and crazy... brave on
Along the boardwalk of this
Burned out tourist town
The ghosts of another day
Stalk the barren beaches
Where all come to hide from
The rattling of the sounds
Of the skeletons in the closet
Hoping nothing brings them down
She says "I have lived here
nearly all of my life
I scare them to death
Because I say what I like"
Brave and crazy... brave on
Brave and crazy... brave on
There's a war here between
Freedom and the hypocrites
Who will try on all disguises
Just to see what fits
Truth is the one thing to
Live love and die for
Raise your barbaric scream high above
The rooftops of the world
Brave on...
He packs his car and picks
A course upon the map
Maybe east of Eden or maybe
Farther west than all of that
Writes down everything he's seen
And everything that he feels
Then rips it up it doesn't say enough
Then throws it in a passing field
Brave and crazy... brave on
Brave and crazy... brave on
Last modified Wed Oct 27 23:54:01 EDT 1999