Somewhere

Well uh,
I see fingers, hands and shades of faces
Reachin’ up but not quite touchin’ the promised land
I hear pleas and prayers and’a desperate whispers sayin’
”Whoa Lord, please give us a helpin’ hand”
Yeah, yeah

Way down in the background
I can, uh, see frustrated souls of cities burnin’
And all across the water, baby
I see, uh, weapons barkin’ out the sting of death
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And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs
Chuffed with themselves, ah, heh...
Laughin’, they sayin:
”Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess”
Hey! Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Back at the saloon, my tears mix in mildew with my drink
I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor
As far as I know, they may even try to wrap me in cellophane and sell me
Brothers help me, and don't worry about lookin’ at the score
Yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah...