Oh uh
I see fingers, hands and shades of faces
Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land

I hear please 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 vapor
I see weapons barkin' out the stamp of death
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFO's 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