I drew a peace sign on my baseball boots
July 1975
I was listening to the Basement Tapes
Happy to be alive

Drugs are for the rich and strong
And they'll leave them weak and poor
For there are many years I can't recall
That left me sleeping on your floor

Give me something to believe in
Oh, God, something to believe in
Oh, God, give me something to believe in

And at the time I was a young young boy
Barely 42
I didn't know only love could break your heart
I didn't know what love could do

So when the phone went dead in the living room
In the sunshine over Gramercy
And when the tears fell and the sky went dark
And on the peace march we wrote poetry

Give me something to believe in
Oh, God
Give me something to believe in