False From True

When my songs turn to ashes on my tongue
 When I look at the mirror and see I'm no longer young
 Then I got to start again the job of separating false from true
 And then I know, I know I need the love of you
 When I found tarnish on some of my brightest dreams
 When some folks I trusted turned out not quite what they seemed
 Then I got to start the job of separating false from true
 Then once more I know, I know I need the love of you
 No song I can sing will make Governor Wallace change his mind
 No song I can sing will take the gun from a hate-filled man
 But I promise you, and you, brothers and sisters of every skin
 I'll sing your story while I've breath within
 We got to keep on keeping on, even when the sun goes down
 We got to live, live, live, live 'til another day comes 'round
 Meanwhile, better start over separating false from true
 And more and more, I know I need the love of you