Flying flags at half-mast,
a community performance.
Take a moment of our day
for the tip of a hat,
the cast of a glance.
Then I send it back your way.
Is this on the level?
It’s not my place to say.
I’ve never been here, so,
who am I to say?
Dressed up in Sunday's best
for a ritual assemblage.
Insincere and sending
a violent word,
the cast of a stone.
Then I throw it back your way.
Why is this our way?!
This is not my battle.
It’s not my place to say.
I’ve never been here, so,
who am I to say anything about anything at hand,
anything about how you should feel,
or about what you should do?
When I just don’t know.
It's not my place to say!
The tip of a hat, the cast of a glance.
A by the numbers dance.
A violent word, the cast of a stone.
A stoning, our story.
Just keep our flags flying low.
You need not say a word, I won't.
It's alright if you want to just lie still.
Tell me to stay here, and I will.
