Love's On Its Way

Oh Father, I wish I had understanding. Never known more Never been so well informed We know the score Heard it all before, But I've never felt more powerless There's so much blood on the streets So much hope refused So much grainy teenage photographs on the evening news Oo, when everywhere's violence Silently I go Love's on its way I hope it won't be too late When the day comes And I've counted all my sins How mant I'll see I want to be able to say that I did more, more than pray I did more Than just spend my money Just writing letters Than just going out marching I did more than talking and saying the right thing Wearing the right thing It's time for an uprising Love's on its way Hope it won't be too late Love's on its way Love's on its way Love's on its way Hope it won't be too late