Macrae, Noone, Moss)



I was searching for the answer

But I didn't know where to start

So I went to the doctor

To take a look in his black box



And he said, what are you searching for

You don't need this to free your mind

And all the crowd sing

It's time out for the rat race

Feed on it, my one true desire



Now we've hot the power to love

We've got the power

To hold on to

Push on through

We are the brightest star



repeat chorus



He said, I'll take you on journey

Across sea and over land

To see the death and the destruction

Brought about by our own hands



And all around the world

Check in to the Last Change Motel

And all the crowd sing

It's time out for the rat race

Feed on it my one true desire



Now we've got the power to love

We've got the power

To hold on to

Push on through

We are the brightest star



repeat chorus