There’s a voice calling out in the air and on the streets
There’s diaries, struggles and final calls
And me I’m stone tired but I can’t fall asleep
Trying to make sense of it all
There’s a prophet singing about a deafening silence
He begs and pleads when are you gonna come down
But I just wanna roll over and shut out the noise and violence
Even though I’ve always got one ear to the ground
Oh Lord, protect me and mine tonight
Wherever they are, make sure they reach the morning light
Oh Lord, send me happy dreams tonight
Don’t let the vision be obscured from sight
There’s a moon shining down and a neighborhood’s at peace
And for now all seems still and quiet
But the bills are running out and time’s running out on the lease
And I wonder how long before the next riot
All we need is a hair trigger to set balloon tempers off
For the storm to rise up in a fury
The masses unschooled act out passions unthought
Pronounce sentence with no court judge or jury
Oh Lord, protect this city tonight
The whole country, the whole world, let them all bathe in light
Oh Lord, protect all those I love tonight
And all those who know how to love, by them do right
I reach into the crib and caress my baby's cheek
Beneath my fingertips I can feel her stirring
What a sense of contentment she must be in as she sleeps
Like a cat in a human lap purring
Oh, how I wish I could feel some of that contentment myself
And not conjure up all these worst case scenes
Instead of tossing and turning, and shaking and burning
And wrestling with my internal screams
Oh Lord, protect me from myself tonight
And from my own imagination—I don’t have the strength to fight
Oh Lord, there’s nothing I can do about it tonight
So let my soul in exile rest—I’ve expended all my might
Oh Lord, protect this city tonight
The whole country, the whole world, let them all bathe in light
Oh Lord, protect all those I love tonight
And all those who know how to love, by them do right
©2015 The Hesh Inc.
In 1995 I was living in East Falls, Philadelphia, a multiethnic, working-class neighborhood abutting the Schuylkill River. Right around that time, two things happened that jogged my social conscience: (1) a certain convicted cop-killer, who will go nameless here but was and is a cause célèbre among the fashionable left, was facing imminent execution, and the tension in the air was palpable, and (2) I read a whole exposé in the Philadelphia City Paper about the notorious white-supremacist tract, The Turner Diaries, which had been in the shirt pocket of domestic terrorist Timothy McVeigh when he had been arrested. I was shaken by these, especially coming not long after the LA/Rodney King race riots, and I told my wife at the time that if they kill this guy, we're packing ourselves into the car right away and getting the hell out of town and not stopping till we reach our family at the Jersey Shore. I tossed and turned a whole night, unable to sleep, and in the morning, in typical singer-songwriterly fashion, I wrote this song to help me find peace with the whole thing.
Fortunately there was no race riot; the person in question won a stay and eventually had his death sentence commuted. As for Turner &co, they continued to fester underground, occasionally rearing their heads but fortunately being kept in check by more decent Americans.
The song became a go-to anthem for all sorts of social issues—not a call to arms, but rather a prayer that the Higher Power always find a way for cooler heads to prevail and for decent people (especially the ones we love) to be shielded from the violent radicalism that always seems to be brewing below the surface.
There are five versions of this song:
1) Track 1 of the original, stripped-down Soul In Exile album (1999), performed only with keyboards and vocal
2) Track 9 of the same album, with drums, bass, and organ
3) Track 1 of the REALITY SHOCK album, There's A Voice (2002); fast full-band version
4) Track 15 of the same album—slower, "bootleg" style
5) A piano-and-voice-only version, as of summer 2018, intended as an independent single.
The third version above is pretty much what I would call definitive, and it is what was included on my Boardwalk Mystic collection. Listen to it here: