Can we stop all the screaming and shouting aloud   Of catch phrases and slogans and chants unthought out?   So emotionally driven with no room for doubt   But maybe we've got it all wrong      In a place where the weakest of men have to shout   And the pages of history are changed or torn out   There's still more to this take than could ever be taught   Or maybe we've got it all wrong      I can hear it   I still hear it   The drum that beats and the march it is leading   I can hear it   Won't adhere to it now or ever, speak out      Our task at hand seems somehow to be obvious to them   But what comes after that is no surprise to us again   It seems this repition has its way of seeping in   Or maybe we've got it all wrong      Just step foot in a classroom and see what is taught   And the faces that hang with great pride from the walls   With the others left waiting and groomed up and ready to fall   And somehow you hold on to you cause      I can hear it   I still hear it   The drum that beats and the march it is leading   I can hear it   Won't adhere to it now or ever      I can hear it   I still hear it   The drum that beats and the march it is leading   I can hear it   Won't adhere to it now or ever, speak out      There are times for silence   And there are times for action   But mostly there are times to listen   And listen with some love      There are wars that I can see and there are others that I can't   There are battles I can win and victories that can't be had   And all I ask is for your hand   And all I ask is for your hand   To turn this around      I still hear it   I can hear it   The drum that beats and the march it is leading   I can hear it   Won't adhere to it now or ever      Can you hear it?   Can you hear it?   The words of the province rejoinign the living   I can hear it   Leave to me to point out   Forever speak out