There's power in the name
But the name's been lost for centuries
There's poison in the water
But the water tastes like honey
And we're so thirsty we don't care where we wake up tomorrow
We don't care, the question can hardly hold our attention
And this is a song for your young men to sing when they run out of options
Yeah, when they run out of options

There's the faith you can give or withhold
And then there's the one true faith
There's the revolution you came for
And the one you're eventually going to get.
And there's a road that starts right here and leads clear up to Saskatchewan
And I brought a full tank and a '67 Mustang
And this is a song for your young women to whistle
While they're driving at high speeds down the highway

The wind up in the trees
The song on the wind
There's a message in the song
But the message is hopelessly complicated
And the words are written on water
And disappear before you can write them down
But I, I brought the Polaroid

And this the song
And everybody's gotta sing along
But it hasn't got a chorus
******* it all