I am a man in the prime of my life
I've got a house and a car and a beautiful wife
There's no chip on my shoulder, I've no axe to grind
And no possible reason to wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
Somewhere there's hunger, somewhere there's a war
But I can do nothing so I'll just ignore
The cruelty around me, pretending I'm blind
In case I start thinking and wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
I read in the papers a policeman shot down
Two Negroes in cold blood in some racial town
And I'm having a new car but don't know what kind
But one of these days I will wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
Yes it seems as though fortune has smiled upon me
But now its too late, Im begining to see
I spent my life searching, But no peace i find
And it's left me with no time to wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
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