I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

Also, right at that particular time in the music business, because of people like the Beatles, people began owning their own publishing. I'll just say this really quickly - they used to divide the money for the music that was written in two, just equal halves.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.