He takes photographs of the things he loves, he's an honest man
Somehow finds new life in Mary Jane
He takes photographs of the one he loves, he's an honest man
But the world he fought for paid him back in pain
It’s true, it’s true
How’s your heartache doing now?
Did you find your way back up?
It’s true, it’s true
Pick yourself up off the floor
Heard your heading back to war
Cheers to The Good, The True and Beautiful
Cheers to The Good, The True and Beautiful
He left his home for something new
With just a bag and torn up shoes
He spoke truth to those who could hear it
And opened their hearts with his spirits
But none knew the weight of his burden
And none knew the pain of a good man
I heard he did it all for them
It’s true, it’s true
How’s your heartache doing now?
Did you find your way back up?
It’s true, it’s true
Pick yourself up off the floor
Heard your heading back to war
Cheers to The Good, The True and Beautiful
Cheers to The Good, The True and Beautiful
The Good, The True and Beautiful
Cheers to The Good, The True and Beautiful