Pray for Rain

We're going up now just like a kite
Burning our wings on a sun so bright
Wondering where lightning will strike
Everybody says that the end's in sight
Shadow was booing in the minds of men
We made our home inside this lion's den
Salute, soldier, the boss is inside
He makes no distinction between wrong and right

Well everybody has their price
Is that true, is that right
Who is eyeing on me
Hey it's you, tomorrow me
Well that wind is blowing hard outside
And the fires of war they still burn so bright
I'm praying for some rain tonight

Open hand's a blessing and closed hand a curse
Everything that grows started out in the dirt
Don't you worry 'bout the line or your place of birth
They say the first will be last
But will the last be first
And yes you heard, I said now, talk is cheap
Guess that depends on the words that you speak

Memphis, Tennessee, 1968, you can get
big bullet holes for the things that you say, well
Everybody has their price
Is that true, is that right
Who is eyeing on me
Hey, it's you, tomorrow me
Well that wind is blowing hard outside
And the fires of war they still burn so bright
I'm praying for some rain tonight

But there's still some things even gold can't buy
Why would we paint this world black and white
Everybody choose a side
But when the train keeps on moving you're along for the ride, well
Everybody has their price
Is that true, is that right
Who is eyeing on me
Hey, it's you, tomorrow me

Well that wind is blowing hard outside
And the fires of war they still burn so bright
I'm praying for some rain
I'm praying for some rain
I'm praying for some rain tonight