Jefferson Starship - In a Crisis lyrics

I rolled over in bed to touch her head She was mumbling in her sleep And I listened close to everything she said She was dreaming about the rocks and trees Bleeding everywhere and I wrote down every single thing she said And she said, the spirits of the earth Are so hungry for justice, they cry And the spirits of the sky Are with us tonight and they cry In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we find our way We find our way back home, yeah I rode my bicycle by her house She was gardening in the dark Singing to the green beans and the beets She was wearing her high heels Chopping the high weeds, dealing out life and d**h And I wrote down every single thing she said And she said, the spirits of the earth Are so hungry for justice, they cry And the spirits of the sky Are with us tonight and they cry In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we find our way We find our way back home, ooh, ohh, ooh, ohh And I followed every dream she dreamed Everywhere she led And I wrote down every secret thing Every word she left unsaid The spirits of the earth Are so hungry for justice they cry And the spirits of the sun Are lined up on our side and they cry In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we find our way We find our way back home In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we find our way We find our way back home In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we find our way We find our way back home In a crisis we cut away What we don't need anymore In the good times we fight our way We fight our way inside In a crisis