I go back to old Jerusalem, and the man who ran that store He was cheating all non-Arabs who would come inside his door I felt the malice and the hatred, the sick joy in what he did And in disgust I turned and quickly walked away I'd seen it in his eyes; I'd heard it in his voice A hatred that would wreak itself on me But today I cannot turn and walk away He's here to stay I go back to old Jerusalem, and another Arab man Who spoke with keen intelligence of history and the land With wisdom in his words and ways, and kindness in his hands And I wished that I had more time to stay I saw it in his eyes, I heard it in his voice A gentleness that started from the soul And now I wish that I could hear what he would say To me today Maybe he'd explain the rage that drives the hearts and minds Of the ones who've charred their consciences to enjoy some fratricide Maybe he'd explain just what could make so many choose To take their brothers with them screaming into hell And believe that they were really doing well Now back in old Jerusalem, there's just an empty store And the blindness of jihad now runs red rivers out the door So I cried at God for wisdom that would stop this flow of blood And for courage and compa**ion that stand high against the flood I've seen it in Jerusalem You've seen it on the screen So many filled with hatred, lies and fear And today we can't forget and walk away We've got to pray No time left to walk or even look away We've got to pray I said, no time left to walk or even look away We've got to pray