There’s a door you might open for me
There’s a chair I might sit comfortably
There’s just black and white they see
I say my…
There’s a word you might offer to me
There’s a love you may show openly
There’s just black and white they see
I say my, my my my
I say my, my my my…
We are better, so much better
Better angels in our DNA
We are better, so much better
Better angels lead the way
Sad to say we all feel separately
So much space between you and me
So much space in a deep blue sea
I say my, my my my…
There are no answers here
To justify the pain and fear
And it’s still their cries I hear
I say my, my my my
I say why, why why why…
We are better, so much better
Better angels in our DNA
We are better, so much better
Better angels lead the way
We are better, so much better
Better angels in our DNA
We are better, so much better
Better angels lead the way
"The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."
Abraham Lincoln, First Inaugural Address
March 4, 1861
Alexander - Vocals, Keyboards, Guitar, Mandolin & Concertina
Charlie Anderson - Bass
Matt Flanders - Percussion
AVB Music 2021
Video by Launchpad Media