Division on division on division
Where did it start?
Language so you can't understand me?
Religion so you believe differently?
Politics so my wasted vote offends you?
Borders so my soccer team defeats you?

Well I don't know
I don't know where it starts
Maybe its what we're taught
Maybe its in our hearts

But as I sit on a bus stop bench
In St. Cloud Minnesota
I can't help but wonder
Maybe it starts on division street

Oh look!
Here comes the bus now