The ostrich is hiding his head in the ground

His ignorance thriving and holding us down

Can't we lift up our heads

Not be just blindly led

Can't we respond to what's said



Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn

So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn

What a cost when society can't be reborn

We'll live with the problem

Hand it down to our children

Till the ostrich comes out of his hole



We turn on the TV to hear the day's news

Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues

Are our consciences numb

Are we deaf or just dumb

Don't we know what will come



Such a loss, yet America can't seem to mourn

So sad, yet we turn all our sorrow to scorn

What a cost when society can't be reborn

We'll live with the problem

Hand it down to our children

Till the ostrich comes out of his hole



No one wants to hear it

No one wants it said

No one wants to lose their sweet security



So we turn on the TV to hear the day's news

Then we all shake our heads in our comfortable blues

Are our consciences numb

Are we deaf or just dumb

Don't we know what will come