Well uh
I see fingers, hands and shades of faces
Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land
I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin'
Whoa Lord, please give us a helpin' hand
Yeah yeah
Way down in the background
I can uh see frustrated souls of cities burnin'
And on across the water, babe
I see uh weapons barkin' out the sting of death
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs chuckle themselves
Laugh and they sayin'
Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess
Back at the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink
I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor
But as far as I know, they may even try
To wrap me in cellophane and sell me
Brother sell me, and don't worry about lookin' at the score
Yeah yeah yeah yeah