Her face is cracked from smiling, all the fears that she's been hiding, And it seems soon everybody's gonna know. And her voice is sore from shouting, cheering winners are losing, And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have to go.
[Chorus] My, my, my, I'm so I'm gonna join the We are gonna dance and sing in celebration, We are in the promised land.
She hears them talk of new ways to protect home she lives in, Then she wonders what it's all about when they break down the door.
Her is Brown or White or Black, you her very well, You hear her cries of mercy as the winners toll the bell.
[Chorus] There is a train that leaves the station heading for your destination, But the you pay to has increased a dollar more. Yes, it has! And if you walk you're gonna get there though it takes a little longer, And when see it in the distance you will wring your hands and moan.