Here's To The Women Lyrics

Here's to the women that you write about so dearly

The whores, the sirens, the lovers

And here's to the audience who can feel your words so clearly

But where are the wives and the mothers

And where are the children

who were waiting at home, waiting at home

With their fathers, at war with their fathers before them,

did they go it alone

Can we save them?

And here's to the singers who announce it with their voices

The sages, the artists above us

And here's to a world that's ever growing in its choices

And here's to the fathers and mothers

And here's to the children who are urging us on

Shouting us down

With their mothers at war with their sisters before them

Will their turn come around

Can they save us?

Here's to your poetry and the dance you set in motion

Your longing for love and transcendence

And here's to the wounds that we all make in our devotion

The scars that burn through our descendants

Yes, here's to the children who are urging us on

Shouting us down

With their brothers at war, with their sisters before them

Will their turn come around

Can we save them?