Lord I Know / While You Were Here

Lord I know, sunshine gone come again.
Lord I know, sunshine gone come again.
Though my head is hanging low and the pain’s gonna break my back, Lord I know, Lord I know, sunshine’s gone come again.
Lord I know sunshine’s gone come again.

We doing some healing period.
There’s all kind of medicine that we need to press. 

Get busy, or we out of here. 

We ain’t got but 60 years of soil left. 

Your ocean fisheries have collapsed. 

I’m a mile from a lake that’s only 10,000 years old.
They already fucked that up. And if you stop polluting it
right this minute, it won’t even recharge for 600 years. 

Your soil is blowing away. I can go on and on and on,
but I don’t think I need to with this one. 

Get busy. 

And, you ain’t gon’ be here forever, no matter what. 

But while you’re here, don’t be no punk.