It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

Baby, don't you wanna go home Back from the land of California To my sweet home Chicago Two and two is four, babe Four into two is eight Come on now girl, don't you now make me late And I've got to leave One and one is two

Baby you're a dreamer You don't know what I need, yeah Now I know you got heart But come back from the stars 'Cause baby you're a dreamer And we all have a dream, yeah We can't live in the dark I can't see where you are Before the nightmare comes to play

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

I know my past I know where I came from I won't go quietly give in to none I know my past my voice makes me able We'll come together we will be as one I'm not a man on a mission But a rising anger forces me to stand And count my voice defiant I'm not

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

You better come on in my kitchen Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Ah, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again Oh, she's gone, I

All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most