Oh Father,
I wish I had understanding.
Never known more
Never been so well informed
We know the score

Heard it all before,
But I´ve never felt more powerless

There´s so much blood on the streets
So much hope refused
So much grainy teenage photographs on the evening news

Oo, when everywhere´s violence
Silently I go

Love´s on its way
I hope it won´t be too late

When the day comes
And I´ve counted all my sins
How mant I´ll see
I want to be able to say that I did more, more than pray

I did more
Than just spend my money
Just writing letters
Than just going out marching
I did more than talking and saying the right thing
Wearing the right thing
It´s time for an uprising

Love´s on its way
Hope it won´t be too late

Love´s on its way
Love´s on its way
Love´s on its way

Hope it won´t be too late