World peace, world war Little one, what are you dying for? Well at least you have the ambiguity of a metaphor That we've heard, for we're taught For we've learned not to question a second thought But I've had quite a lot these days, yeah Whoa, what in the hell is going on Whoa this is impossible! There's a beautiful baby girl being born Wrong place, wrong time With a heart and a soul and a family torn At the drop of a borderline There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm Of missiles and land mines And I don't know what to say Oh, whose god would want it this way? So I call up a friend and we talk, talked about everything From the end of the world to the start and the in between Well I'm not a religious man but I do think I understand That peace wasn't just some dead man's dream, yeah! Whoa, this is impossible! There's a beautiful baby girl being born Wrong place, wrong time With a heart and a soul and a family torn At the drop of a borderline There's a beautiful baby girl in a storm Of missiles and land mines And I don't know what to say Oh, whose god would want it this way? Ever wonder if why you're alive is because you were born on the winning team? Ever looked at the TV and thought about how this is really happening? Ever said something stupid with no idea how powerful those words would be? Oh, I don't know what to say Oh, whose god would want it this way?