I am a man in the prime of my life
Ive got a house and a car and a beautiful wife
Theres no chip on my shoulder, Ive no axe to grind
And no possible reason to wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
Somewhere theres hunger, somewhere theres a war
But I can do nothing so Ill just ignore
The cruelty around me, pretending Im blind
In case I start thinking and wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
I read in the papers a policeman shot down
Two Negroes in cold blood in some racial town
And Im having a new car but dont know what kind
But one of these days I will wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.
Yes it seems as though fortune has smiled upon me
But now its too late, Im begining to see
I spent my life searching, But no peace i find
And its left me with no time to wake up my mind
And the days break,
And the nights fall and drift into time.