Too Young for Nostalgia

"Too young for nostalgia," they said Too young to understand Too young to know the significance Since you weren't there to see it all go down But they change the stories from time to time Depending on what they need them to say And it's so hard to find So hard to find out what is true When you don't know who to trust And it's so hard to know So hard to know which way to walk When you don't know right from left Or life from death "I've heard this song a thousand times before" He said as I heard it the first time I tried to tell him what it spoke to me But he only told me he knew the chords Over the hills and far away The notes will echo and say what they say But it's so hard to know So hard to know what to hear When so many voices speak And it's so hard to know So hard to know which notes to play When you don't know what they mean Or what there named "I've been without sin since 1968" He said as he threw the first stone It hit me flat in the face and I bled For saying what his father would have said How can I know what to think or to say When nobody listens, but everyone hears And it's so hard to stand Stand up for what you believe When they screw you in the ground And it's so hard to fight So hard to hold on to the truth When the times ain't on your side I was born for a time such as this I was born for a time such as this But I sometimes wish I'd been born A thousand years ago