Well, uh, I see fingers

Hands and shades of faces

Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land

I hear pleas and prayers and a

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 on across the water, baby

I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death

And up in the clouds I can imagine

UFOs jumpin' themselves

Laughin', they sayin'

Those people so uptight

They sure know how to make a mess

Hey

Back at 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 in cellophane and sell me

Brother, sell me

And don't worry 'bout lookin' at the score

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah