If A Song Could Make Your Troubles Go Away

I would write a line for your appendix, and several for your spleen
I’d write one for every day you’ve had to quarantine
I’d write at least a couple verses, the purest ones I ever sung
If it might help you breath easier – one for each lung
I’d sing for both your eyes, for al the words you couldn’t say
If a song could make your troubles go away

I’d write a line for the state, in the hope it might fulfill
A few basic obligations, a verse for the popular will
For all the help that was promised, for each check that never came
A few words for the hunger, a few more for the shame
For a little while, a lullaby, to keep it all at bay
If a song could make your troubles go away

I’d write a line for every pickup truck loaded up with freight
One for every worker, burdened by the weight
One for the cartoneros, for each bag stuffed with cans
Verses for the veterans and for those who just began
One for each evacuee, looking for a place to stay
If a song could make your troubles go away

I’d write a line for all the lonely, for the imprisoned and the trapped
One for every trouble in which each of us are wrapped
I’d write verses for the future, for how things must evolve
If these inequities are problems that we really want to solve
I’d write a verse about the dreamers dreaming of a brighter day
If a song could make your troubles go away