History’s been leaning on me lately;
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I don’t know what comes next
In a world that has decided
That it’s going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends
Try to be more kind
But when you’re out there floundering
Like a lighthouse I will shine
Be more kind, my friends
Try to be more kind
Like a beacon reaching out
To you and yours from me and mine
Be more kind, my friends
Try to be more kind