You can talk about the way things used to be
In the end we only got one life to lead
I can’t tell you what's a waiting, I don’t know
Just you give more than you take until you go

It ain’t the end of the world until your free
Until write your song or paint that masterpiece
Until find someone and share a destiny
It ain’t the end of the world till your free

Once I knew a pretty girl hat pinned so deep
she left many broken hearts upon her sheets
found a simple man that spent his days in pain
He could not enjoy the life that still remained

The underpass was hopeless, incomplete
They spent the last days smiling on the street
In the quarter they been sick since Mardi Gras
Nobody saw it coming Martial law

But that Patty Wagon took em from the Heat
Got a room up at the Hilton, room service and key
Now they worrying for nothing watch all on cable news
While the president still trying to cure the COVID 19 blues

Lord we can’t have people dying in the street
And this time and place was made for you and me
no his woman was not built for quarantine
They did not mind the view of New Orleans

She was sick and died this morning color fading from her cheeks
It ain’t the end of the world until your free

But if your off to see Saint Peter tell him look at what we found
Lord, I sure would like to see her when the sun come back around
Now I’m feeling bad, it won’t be too long until I cannot breathe
It ain’t the end of the world until your free

They say nobody sane would still be sleeping on the ground
They never saw a doctor never made the body count
no need to test their blood cuz what will change
Pundits blame the Chinese for doing just the same
and everybody Lord just seems to disagree
Still the truth give a damn what you believe

Can’t nobody say we hadn't been forewarned
Awkward silence was the calm before the storm
Blame another or the Governor or these people on TV
For decisions left to dunces of the Confederacy

No time to argue on your facebook screen
Nobody would believe the things you’ve seen
Election in November’s may well leave with no doubt
between Science and the President’s devout

It ain’t the end of the world till your free
Till you with the one that shares your destiny
He wrote a song and sang to her off key
It ain’t the end of the world until your free

There’s painting hanging in that Hotel room
Of the days when they were happiest in June
He put color on the pages of her dreams
While she pained Lord, he’d dancing around and sing

All the money in the world don’t mean a thing
Now that water cost you more than gasoline
When the river floats reflections in the moon
They be back here for you dressed in Tyvek soon

On a paper that no one would ever read
Were the words he wrote before they had to leave
It ain’t the end of the world until your free
and this time and place made for you and me.

Now the days spent with your family are worth more than gold
God Bless all those around you and have mercy your soul
Stop your worrying for nothing, only fools will disagree
and truth give a damn what they believe.

… all that left is just a painting in an empty hotel room
From the days when we were happiest in June