Are you busy being right, my friend?
At the end of your day, alone
Are you busy being right, my friend?
In the wars you wage with no one
There is a time, we must fight for our lives
There is a time, we can't see black from white
There is a time, we give in to the night
Open a door or window
Let the breeze in
Let the winds blow
Sometimes I step out over the fence
Faraway from the safety of the nest
Out across the open fields
To a world beyond aloneness
There is a time, we must sit with ourselves
There is a time, we go back to the well
There is a time, we need somebody to tell
Secretive words
Need to be heard
After your years of silence
There is a time, we must fight for our lives
There is a time, we can't see black from white
There is a time, we give in to the night
On a good day
Or a hard day
Your love is the only way