Story Behind The Song

It is tempting to want to leave something behind, often because we simply have the desire to experience something new, foreign, and often forbidden.

Song Description

This song, painted in French Revolution imagery, is about a young noble who has lost contact with his roots and the hopes that his family has for him. Temptation of the pleasures that the rest of the world has to offer has left the singer calling him out on it.

Lyrics

Those Who Fought

Well my sons and daughters have all gone astray
When I find out the culprits I know what they'll say
They'll say they swore that they were orphans so they stole them away
I only hope that my rebuttal conveys, that I never held a torch to it

Well I reminisce when I am sitting alone
And I contemplate if I would open my home
You see I nursed that little sapling, thought it was fully grown
Foolish me, foolish me I should have known, that I never held a torch to it

Well obviously, your apple is rolling so far from my tree
And it's getting clear, that distance and darkness are the only things that make you look good from here

Well they're sending it in like it's a good substitute
And it's coming in the form of a business suit
Where the truth is getting hard and so we're making it loose
I though a pretty little tree like you would bear just a little more fruit