Where you goin' my torn and scattered son?
Your eyes have darkened, your stride a listless one
But we are startlight in the darkness now
Quick and here and always should we spark the sound
All our convictions have come crashing down
I will stumble next to you my friend
Believe these times will come undone
I'll run to you now
‘Cause I need some time to strengthen my grip
And move my legs to motion
We'll mend our broken days
And see the open eyes beside us
We will look for change
All our convictions have come crashing down
I will stumble next to you my friend
Believe these times are
In a haze clouded nation we will seek and shout
And we will run on to better our days
Believe these times will come undone