The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.
I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.
And Iโll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then Iโll stand on the ocean until I start sinkinโ But Iโll know my song well before I start singin