I wrote this song yesterday, thinking about the time we're in, about my grandfather in WWII, about the strength of community and the human spirit in tough times. Here are the lyrics: the way out my granddad was a soldier on the fronts in 41 the bullets took his brothers but his stubborn luck held on the sky was filled with fire millions lost in flames hate and love were all there and the world's never the same some days will sink in sadness and the weight of them too tough don't lose yourself to madness the way out is love when the new york towers crumbled we were all new yorkers too for a moment all just human not the same old red or blue and the wicked'll go on scheming for the power in the pain but the heart that longs for freedom is a fire they'll never tame some days will sink in sadness and the weight of them too tough don't lose yourself to madness the way out is love the virus took our comfort that was never ours to own when the enemy is inside us we're together but alone this life is so damn fragile a leaf caught by the wind but every breath that's tragic ignites a hope within some days will sink in sadness and the weight of them too tough don't lose yourself to madness the way out is love