Common Ground

There's a suit and tie leaving a five for A waitress scraping by on minimum wage. There's a preacher man in a Cadillac driving By a cardboard sign that says, "Jesus saves." There's a hometown quarterback with his bags packed, All dressed up in army green. Just fighting for the right to see Old Glory Fly and someone to take a knee. And we're all on a different journey. We're all finding our own way. We're all living, we're all learning From the cradle to the grave. We're all weak, we're all strong, We're all right, we're all wrong, And when time runs out, We all end up In common ground. We're the haves and we're the have-nots, And we've all got reasons why we do or Don't. But the lines that separate us while we're here Gonna disappear when we're gone. 'Cause we're all on a different journey. We're all finding our own way. We're all living, we're all learning From the cradle to the grave. We're all weak, we're all strong, We're all right, we're all wrong, And when time runs out, We all end up Losing all these labels that we wear So we can find it here Or we can find it there. 'Cause we're all on a different journey. We're all finding our own way. We're all living, We're all learning From the cradle to the grave. We're all weak, we're all strong, We're all right, we're all wrong, And when time runs out, We all end up In common ground. Common ground.