WHAT'S REAL by Jeffrey Rosenthal What's real, what's real, what's real, what's real, What's real, is what you can feel. Running through the night, 'neathe the flashing fire light, You can smell the city burning, you can hear the children's fright Tripping and stumbling, you try to move ahead In the morning will you be alive, Or dead? What's real, what's real, What's real, is where you can hide. Noises on the radio, confusing static sound Which side will negotiate, which king will be crowned? Trying to tell the difference between left and right and wrong All their clever speeches seem, So long. What's real, what's real, What's real, is what they forget. Where's my darling? I thought you were here. Take my hand and there's nothing to fear. Try to smile it might last a year. We'll carry on. Are we in El Salvador, or are we in Iraq? Are we in the darker ages, will the Christians soon attack? Straight from the beginning, the killing carries on, Will it still continue after we, Are gone? What's real, what's real, what's real, what's real, What's real, is what you can feel.