there's power in the name.   but the name's been lost for centuries.   there's poison is in the water   but the water tastes like honey   and we're so thirsty we don't care where we wake up tomorrow.   we don't care, the question can hardly hold our attention.   and this is a song for your young men to sing when they run out of options   yeah, when they run out of options.      there's the faith you can give or withhold   and then there's the one true faith   there's the revolution you came for   and the one you're eventually going to get.   and there's a road that starts right here and leads clear up to saskatchewan   and i brought a full tank and a '67 mustang.   and this is a song for your young women to whistle   while they're driving at high speeds down the highway      the wind up in the trees   the song on the wind   there's a mesage in the song   but the message is hopelessly complicated   and the words on water   and dissapeear before you write them down   but i, i brought the polaroid.   and this the song   and everyone's got to sing along   but it hasn't got a chorus   god damn it all.      yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah