Look at you,
Look at me,
Look at us,
These photographs,
Those ancient laughs.
From way up there, we could see a thousand miles,
Without a care, in the world.
Aworld at war,
While the children sleep,
We buy our groceries,
and we watch TV.
We gotta wash the car, we gotta talk about it at the bar,
You know all thats wrong, in the world.
But the answer my friend, has blown away in the wind,
Cause all the long hairs fromdown in the park,
Aremarching in on Fort Lauderdale,
And the something thats happening here,
Is exactly and perfectly clear
Look at you,
Look at me,
The way we were,
So absolutely sure.
Could it be that it was all so simple then, oram I relivingwhat we left behind?