White Ribbon from Live: 8.21.09 by Justin Friello

Outside, your hands, torn red, but they've washed their hands of it
No more, but you go on, your heart is still beating loud and clear
And we've hung our heads for you
And now there's a white ribbon hung where your head used to be
Hung where your head used to be

I turned the door to find you where I thought you'd never be
Opened my eyes to much more
Your laugh is gone where no one can find you
And now there's a white ribbon hung where your head should be
White ribbon hung where your head should be

Outside, our hands, open wide to touch us all around
No more yearning for judgement when we could all have peace
And we've hung our heads for you
And now there's a white ribbon hung where your head could be
For you
White ribbon hung where your head could be

• Acoustic
• Friello
• Justin
• Ribbon
• White
• acoustic
• anti-pop
• chamber folk
• singer-songwriter
• Schenectady