Where you goin' my torn and scattered son? Your eyes have darkened, your stride a listless one But we are startlight in the darkness now Quick and here and always should we spark the sound All our convictions have come crashing down I will stumble next to you my friend Believe these times will come undone I'll run to you now ‘Cause I need some time to strengthen my grip And move my legs to motion We'll mend our broken days And see the open eyes beside us We will look for change All our convictions have come crashing down I will stumble next to you my friend Believe these times are In a haze clouded nation we will seek and shout And we will run on to better our days Believe these times will come undone