They've cut down all the trees
No one can see what the old man sees
We dig a whole and throw the whole thing in
We're chasing the storm with the following wind
Should we laugh or should we cry?
Or be afraid until the day that we die?
Should we try and let the light shine in?
We're chasing the storm with the following wind
It won't last the centre cannot hold
There's no excuses that we haven't been told
Just sit back and watch it spin
We're chasing the storm with the following wind
Quench my thirst give me water please
Give me something to cure the disease
Give me a brush to sweep away my sin
We're chasing the storm with the following wind