I was born to start a revolution

it would be my contribution

to a worldwide resurrection

I was born to start a million fires

the joy of mens' desires

was laid in my hand

But I was born a weak and worried thinker

with an eagerness to know myself

that throws it all away

'Cause all I can think of is:

-Love

And saturday

and how the golden road can seize to glare

Oh, man! What if I just don't give a damn?

-How wonderful!

But after all the worst can't be that bad

Oh, man...What if I knew how to say:

- Stop

- No

- Let go?



- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue

who thought he knew

why some mirrors crack so easily

- now, he ain't got a clue

And every now and then

it seems to me it's come to this

-that promises and prophecies

was all i had to give

'Cause all I can think of is:

Love...



Oh, Love...



But after all the worst can't be that bad

Oh, man...

Seems like a joy surrender