Television on the brain   Male caucasian, retrograde   That’s the way I was described   When they wheeled me in, half alive      And thy will be done, I’m getting on   Mohammed, Moses, Jesus, Sidhartha   Tell me maybe, someday, maybe soon   We’ll learn to love one another      I was at your swirly gates   Overcome, overstated   You were quiet, without fear   I kissed your rubber soul from way down here      And thy will be done, we all are one   Mohammed, Moses, Jesus, Mahathma   Tell me maybe, someday, maybe soon   We’ll learn to love one another      I was just eight, when you and your mates, took the United States   And oh to have played, with you if just for a day   And now I’ll just have to wait      Something in the way she laughs   My how swiftly all things pass      But thy will be done, Mr. Harrison   Mohammed, Moses, Jesus, Mahathma   Tell me maybe, someday, someday soon   We’ll learn to love one another