Too many leaders no one to follow Too many clouds not enough rain Too many words and promises, too hard to swallow Too many innocents die in vain I can tell you how it used to be Let me write another melody I can tell you how it used to feel When we stood up for what we believed So, I will follow you. I will follow you. Too many bankers not enough money If it wasn't serious, it would be funny Too many artists not enough art Too much marketing not enough heart. I can tell you how it used to be
Let me write another melody I can tell you how it used to feel When artists stood up for what we believed So, I will follow you. I will follow you. Too many children not enough fathers Too many clowns not enough laughter Too many people, not enough souls Not enough windows too many walls. I can tell you how it used to be Let me write another melody I can tell you how it used to feel When we stood up for what we believed So, I will follow you. I will follow you.