Wishful Thinking

Turmoilin the Middle-East,

Vainattempts to tame the beast,

Lookslike this could go on for a while.

Violencerunning in the streets

Makesyou cautious when you meet a stranger;

Putsyou in denial.

WhenI think of how it used to be

Thefeelings all come back to me

Tocomfort me just like a long-lost friend,

Butthat restful feeling starts to sink

AndI guess it’s wishful thinking

ButI wish that we could be that way again.

 

Oh,Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’snot much I demand.

AllI want is a little peace of mind.

Andno, I ain’t been drinking,

Justa little wishful thinking

Anda prayer to leave my troubles all behind.

 

Ithink about the innocents trapped behind coincidence,

Victimsof the times in which they live.

Andthose who have more than they need,

Whocheat and hide behind their greed

Whenthey’re the ones who have so much to give.

Why,dear Lord, won’t they relent,

Benda little and repent,

Giveup some of their ill-gotten gain.

Iguess it’s just a fantasy

Howthese thoughts seem to come to me

Andflood my mind like some torrential rain.

 

Oh,Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’snot much I demand.

AllI want is a little peace of mind.

Andno, I ain’t been drinking,

Justa little wishful thinking

Anda prayer to leave my troubles all behind.