Will they make it? who knows where or when Old wounds will mend? Machines Are winding their way along, looking strong Building roads and bringing back loads and
we're mended and how we're torn How it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free Sometimes my ground was stony And sometimes covered up with thorns And
lives through the channel love lives through the light do you believe in the power and glory the end is soon to pass and hell may now surround us and
And L, E, N, on a foreign land Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes
hearts Broken in the world that can't be mended Left unattended What do we do? what do we do? (instrumental interlude) Alone again, naturally Looking back over the years And
we're mended and how we're torn How it's OK to be lonely as long as you're free Sometimes my ground was stoney, and sometines covered up with thorns And
I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light and made a switch True? Yes And I fortunately know a little magic It's a talent that I always have possessed And
They Wont She Hides The Copy Of Bliss In The Books Under Her Arm And Makes Her Way Back Home She Opens The Door To Find Her Mom And Dad Waiting The Expression
the world that can't be mended Left unattended What do we do What do we do [Instrumental Interlude] Alone again, naturally Looking back over the years And
Broken in the world that can't be mended Left unattended What do we do What do we do [Instrumental Interlude] Alone again, naturally Looking back over the years And
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
love, say a prayer Making it better In or out of, this is the way that we talk This is the way that we walk Baby war that I got I say we sing for me, do
he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother she broke down and cried Oh my father Why don't you talk to me now? Oh my mother Do you still
all about perfection and does shit that I hate! Today he wrote me up and I was only five minutes late! And then he threatened to take me off grill and make
said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll
drinking and to driving. Was losing all my friends, but I got them back. I am on the mend. At least now I can say that I am trying. And I hope you
upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and