Oh 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,
Hold on please give us a helpin' hand,
Yeah yeah
Way down in the background,
I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin,
And all across the water vapour,
I see weapons barkin' out the stamp of death,
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselves,
Laughin' they sayin',
Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess
Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink,
I can't really tell my feet from the stones on the floor,
But as far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me
Brothers help me, and don't worry about lookin at the storm
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
