I doubt if any songwriter hasn't idly daydreamed about penning a movement song that would really mean something to people. It must be a daunting task, and I'm a bit relieved that it isn't my place to try right now. A nasty woman out there is probably putting the finishing touches on it now, and I'm eager to sing along once she's done.
My song is really just a modest thank you. I'm so grateful to have been included in the Women's March on Washington. I'm thankful to have learned so much from so many generous and wise women of all ages and walks of life. I'm a 21st century man, and I've self-applied the term feminist my entire adult life. That said, I don't think I've ever truly understood what it meant. It's a movement with a lot to teach the world, and if I learned anything this weekend, it was how much I have left to learn. So here's a little song, and when it's done I'm all ears.
Well as a matter of fact
Those ladies throw one hell of a march
I was happy to learn a thing or two from them
About getting somewhere
They said that's what a mountain is like
That's what a mountain is like
We gotta climb we gotta climb
If we're ever gonna get to the top
And I wouldn't have blamed them
If they said "fellas you're sitting this one out"
Even after all we've done
They opened their hearts to anyone with a heart
That's what you've been talking about
Through these years we've never listened
Through the ages we've refused to listen
Look where that's gotten us now