Dream for Him - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

How am I gonna explain it to him?

What am I gonna to say when it’s something that grim?

How the hell do you tell them there comes an end?

How’re you gonna handle it and still be their friend?

How do you explain this world we face?

To all of the innocents we brought to this place?

These and other questions stand in a row

And I’m not satisfied with the answers I know

What are you going to say to those eyes?

I can’t even get close to the lies

They are easier to tell, you just say,"Oh, well

I’ll explain it when he’s older"

Somehow that’s colder than I want to be

I am uncomfortable lying to a child

Feels like building a trap for something wild

Feels like building your house on the sand

And expecting the ocean to let it stand

Somehow I must come up with better stuff

You see, I’m just not satisfied with all that simplified guff

That they shovel at the kids by the handful

Like candy they buy at the stand full

Or flags by the side of the road

Not good for them to hand them that load of crap like they do

You see, I want a world where I can tell him the truth

About everything from Jesus to John Wilkes Booth

How they lie in the House and the Senate too

Only get close to the truth when it suits them to

And the very next day

They’re back to lying that way

Of course it doesn’t seem to matter what I want

But I look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt

I wonder which thing made them lose their dreams

'Cause mine is alive very much it would seem

And I would just like to be able to hand it to him

Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim

I wanna dream for him

I wanna dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream, dream for him

I wanna dream for him

Dream for him

Dream for him

Dream for him