Written by James Ingram, Michael McDonald, Rod Temperton and Quincy  Jones  (with Michael McDonald)  Heavenly Father watchin' us fall  We take from each other and give nothing at all  Well, it's a doggone shame  But never too late for change  So, if your luck runs low  Just reach out and call His name, His name  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there  Whenever you call  Never be lonely, lost in the night  Run from the darkness, lookin' for the light  'Cause it's a long, hard road  That leads to a brighter day  Don't let your heart grow cold  Just reach out and call His name, His name  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there  Yah will B there  You can count on it brother  'Cause we're all just finding our way  Travelin' through time  People got to keep pushin' on  No matter how many dreams slip away  Yah will B there  Well, it's a doggone shame  But never too late for change  So when your luck runs low  Just reach out and call His name,  Just call His name  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there  Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there