Webb To my mind it always seems a little strange That people won't do the things You know they ought to Some folks say the world, it never gonna change But in my heart I do believe Those are the folks who guide to Can't or for not to The day turns bright and night turns wonderful Twilight never really brings into an end If white is right and black is beautiful, Lord, tell me when can brown begin Tell me, people, when can brown begin Fire and water won't be mixed in, so they say But I've seen the steamclouds Floating high and free Salt and pepper don't get in each other's way No, they just cooked together And when they don't agree, they just let each other be The day turns bright and night turns wonderful Twilight never really brings into an end If white is right and black is beautiful, Lord, tell me when can brown begin Tell me, people, when can brown begin (repeat til fade)