[Verse 1]

Oh uh

I see fingers, hands, and shades of faces

Reaching up and not quite touching the promised land

I hear pleas, and prayers, and a desperate whisper saying:

"Oh Lord, please give us a helping hand"

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Way down in the background

I can see frustrated souls of cities burning

And all across the water vapor

I see weapons barking out the stamp of death

And up in the clouds, I can imagine UFO's jumping themselves

Laughing, they saying

"Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess"

[Verse 3]

Back in the saloon, my tears mix and mildew with my drink

I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor

But as far as I know

They may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me

Brother sell me, and don't worry about looking at the storm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah