"Where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children It was once so loud and clear It was lightning in the field there "And where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children And burned into the time We are the children The children of the new frontier In the Texas sun It was 1963 That he held the hallowed gun And the Texas wind Now there's bullets in the curb stone Where the dream had been There the dream would end It is clear You hear the train And it's rolling past the farmyard now With corporate names And you hear the train And it's echoing the voices That were not the same Have we lost the game? That is the fear "Where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children It was once so loud and clear It was lightning in the field there "And where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children And burned into the time We are the children The children of the new frontier And you hear the song That they called 'Sierra Tango' When it played Haiphong And you hear the song And the nightmares of the boys Who went and stayed too long And their dreams go on And they are here "Where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children It was once so loud and clear It was lightning in the field there "And where do we go from here" Cry the voices of the children And burned into the time We are the children The children of the new frontier