These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
And people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age
And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things we kill, I guess
Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms
And the work they put between us,
You know it doesn't keep us warm
I can hear the words a little better as she sings it, rather than in Don Henley's original, so when I hear it I muse about it, and one thing's for sure: the words are still quite valid today.
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