Are you busy being right, my friend? At the end of your day, alone Are you busy being right, my friend? In the wars you wage with no one There is a time, we must fight for our lives There is a time, we can't see black from white There is a time, we give in to the night Open a door or window Let the breeze in Let the winds blow Sometimes I step out over the fence Faraway from the safety of the nest Out across the open fields To a world beyond aloneness There is a time, we must sit with ourselves There is a time, we go back to the well There is a time, we need somebody to tell Secretive words Need to be heard After your years of silence There is a time, we must fight for our lives There is a time, we can't see black from white There is a time, we give in to the night On a good day Or a hard day Your love is the only way