Everyone's a writer
We sing of all the rights that were wronged
Yeah, everyone's a writer
Praying for the pilgrims to be strong
They were thrown upon the shore
And we don't see them anymore
Everyone's a lover
Looking for the place where they belong
Yeah, everyone's a lover
Memories all stapled in a song
They were thrown upon the shore
And we don't see them anymore. Yeah...
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather
Raise a glass to mom, and lets wait out the weather, cause
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather, in the
World
Everyone's a person
Color or persuasion, if you've got the DNA
Yeah, everyone's a person
Though you may disagree with what they do or what they say
They are thrown upon the shore
And we won't see them anymore. Yeah...
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather
Raise a glass to mom, and let's wait out the weather, cause
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather, in the
World
Everyone's a critic
If you're not a lover or a writer otherwise
Yeah, everyone's a critic
But, what the hell, just as well cry and criticize
You were thrown upon the shore
And we don't see you anymore. Yeah...
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather
Raise a glass to mom, and huddle out the weather, cause
We're all in this together, funny birds all of feather, in the
World
Birds all of feather, in the World
Birds all of feather, in the World