Joni how'd you show them you were always meant to be free Did you sing outside the lines 'cause you never cared for their key Did you stretch out your arms to the California sun To show them you could live just like a loaded gun Because the man would never dare to lay a finger on your trigger And we're jealous of the way your aim was bigger than them all Carrie did you figure that some folks were meant to be sad Do you think they spend a lifetime just to try and learn how you laughed Did you revel in the darkness when you slipped between the cracks Did it teach you how to look at us and fill in all our gaps? Because we're addicted to the comfort of our petty little cells And we're jealous of the way that you could shrug off the devil himself Toni did you waver from the calling of your craft Did the focus on your fictions ever free your soul at last? Did you cut into the belly of the Americana beast Did you spill the ink of saviors who were yearning for release? Because our brothers are still dying, their stories flood our streets And we're jealous of the way that you gave meaning to our grief Because our brothers are still dying, their stories flood our streets And we're running out of prophets to guide us towards relief