Mississippi

It feels like all is over

But it has not even begun

We are living in the past

Think of all there is to come

There's a constant hunger

For something better, something else

I can feel a change a-coming

Ring them bells, ring them bells

There is something approaching

It's in the air and on the news

But I can see it most clearly

In your face and in the way you move

I act in ways I can't explain

Talk about things I don't know

How can I expect you to understand?

There is more, there is more