Love Is On Its Way

Oh Father, I wish I had understanding
Never known more, never been so well informed
We know the score, heard it all before
But I've never felt more powerless

So much blood on the streets
So much hope refused
So much grainy teenage photographs
On the evening news

Ooh, when everywhere's violence
Silently I go

Love's on its way, ooh
Hope it won't be too late

'Cause when the day comes
And I've counted all my sins
How many I'll see, I want to be able to say
That I did more, more than pray

I did more than just spend my money
Just writing letters, than just going out marching
I did more than talking, saying the right thing
Wearing the right thing, time for an uprising

Love's on its way, ooh
Hope it won't be too late

Love's on its way
Love's on its way
Love's on its way, ooh
Hope it won't be too late