A man on the radio wakes me from sleep I've tried not to listen, but my conscience is weak I've come up for air, 'cause I really can't breathe Sometimes I think that he's talking to me... The voice of America The call of a stranger reach in to me The cry of a soldier The sound of a mother Makes my heart weep... I come home at night and turn on the tv And the face of a woman stares out from the screen I try not to look, but the truth still remains Her eyes speak the words that embody my pain... The voice of America The call of a stranger reach in to me The cry of a soldier The sound of a mother Makes my heart weep... So I drove to the ocean And lay down on the sand To commune with the silence, the waves and the land But someone was shouting to me From the hollows below the ground... It's the cry of a man on the street It's a mother, it's a soldier, it's a priest It's a boy in a gang with a gun It's a voice and it's coming from everyone It's the tears of a child And the sound of a woman who can't speak It's the old people talking about the young girls Laughing at the young boys playing on the beach It's your lover's voice and the kid that you can never teach The brother you can't reach It touches you and all that you can never see It's the choir boy's song and the man who's never coming home It's a drum, it's a nun We are one single voice Make the choice and rejoice With the voice of America! The voice of America The call of a stranger reach in to me The cry of a soldier The sound of a mother Makes my heart weep... (We all connect at the heart of it We all play our own part in it You are never alone you know You are finally coming home...) The voice of America The call of a stranger reach in to me The cry of a soldier The sound of a mother Makes my heart weep...