Son of man, set your face like flint
Say these words to the government
Say these words to the violent:
"You must tend to the wounded"

Now God may not exist
But He loves you as if He does
So let us not insist
That what is, is like what was
Take my hand we'll walk
The I-95 corridor
Take my hand we'll walk
Straight down to Baltimore
Where the great Chris Toll once walked
Alas, he walks no more
But you could walk with me
And I could walk with you
In the city where he wrote:
"Love is so hard and it's all we came to do"

Thirty years is a long time without the veil of alcohol
Hey, fifteen years is a long time
With no excuses for the falls
So let me by you a soda babe
But let's sing a drinking song
And by the time the cops arrive
The whole damn bar will sing along
By the end of the night
When every gal and every guy
Will raise their glasses high and amid the sloshing foam
Assert we are alone
We teach them all to sing these simple lines

We sing:

God may not exist
But He loves you as if He does
So let us not insist
That what is, is like what was
Take my hand we'll walk
The I-95 corridor
Take my hand we'll walk
Straight down to Baltimore
Where the great Chris Toll once walked
Alas, he walks no more
But you could walk with me
And I could walk with you
In the city where he wrote
"Love is so hard and it's all we came to do"

So we all get arrested for ontological drunkenness
With a lesser included charge of public gentleness
They let us off with a warning
But on the courthouse steps
We commit the crime again
Before the gathered press

We sing:

God may not exist
But He loves you as if He does
So let us not insist
That what is, is like what was
Take my hand we'll walk
The I-95 corridor
Take my hand we'll walk
Straight down to Baltimore
Where the great Chris Toll once walked
Alas, he walks no more
But you could walk with me
And I could walk with you
In the city where he wrote
"Love is so hard and it's all we came to do"

In the city where he wrote
"Love is so hard and it's all we came to do"

"Love is so hard
and it's all we came to do" from The Disinformation Phase by Chris Toll (Publishing Genius Press, Baltimore)