I see fingers, hands and shades of faces,
Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land,
I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin,
Oh,lord, 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,baby,
I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death,
And up in the clouds
Laughin' they sayin',
Those people so uptight,