We are turning right to Session Road
We put so much faith in things
the ways we have to pay for them
So much our freedom de pends
than they'll kill of us in the end
wishing to serve you well
Is there a way I can heal
who's come home to you in my heart
we tax all the land for what it's worth
Till it has to make money
and we build something ugly
An in sult to the sky and the earth
our rivers have suffered the worst
before I learned to think
And still I am dying of thirst,
Wishing to serve You well,
is there a way I can heal
who's come home to you in my heart
Though I'm learning to believe
And sometimes you must lay it down
To your silence I have come
Say we've spit on your hand
And soon your answer will come
Wishing to serve you well
Is there a way I can heal
Who's come home to you in my heart
who's come home to you in my heart
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