Thirty Three

I always heard
About Revolution Summer

But it never meant
That much to me.

Now I'm living through
Revolution Summer

And it feels so real,
So real to me.

Thirty three years ago,
I was my daughter's age.

Now I'm the angry son;
Everything I learned was wrong.

I'm the burning door;
Once I'm open I can't be closed.

And now I'm knocking down doors
With a fist that won't knock on wood.

What was previous
Was never really understood.

Because it never meant 
That much to me.

But now there's a question 
Being asked of me.

Revolution Summer
Is thirty three.