SOMETHINí WRONG IS GOINí ON  

THE WIND BLEW IN THIS MORNINí,

ACROSS A BARREN SKY.

IíM WAITING FOR THE RAIN TO FALL,

THE WELL IS ALMOST DRY.

WE CANíT HOLD ON MUCH LONGER,

THE CROPS HAVE ALL BUT DIED.

SOMETHINí WRONG IS GOINí ON,

FROM THE EARTH UP TO THE SKY.

 

A DESPERATE FRIEND JUST CALLED ME,

FROM A THOUSAND MILES AWAY.

HE SAID THE RAIN KEEPS FALLINí DOWN,

AND HIS HOUSE WAS SWEPT AWAY.

THE CLOUDS JUST KEEP A POURINí,

THE RIVERíS ON THE RISE.

SOMETHINí WRONG IS GOINí ON,

FROM THE EARTH UP TO THE SKY.

 

THE AMAZON IS DYING,

THEREíS A BIG HOLE IN THE SKY.

OIL IN THE OCEAN,

AND WE SIT AND WONDER WHY.

THE ANSWER AINíT IN HEAVEN,

WE HOLD IT DEEP INSIDE.

SOMETHINí WRONG IS GOINí ON,

FROM THE EARTH UP TO THE SKY.

 

I READ THE MORNINí PAPER,

AN EARTHQUAKE HIT L.A.

FAMINE DOWN IN AFRICA,

HURRICANE IN THE BAY.

AND STILL WE LOOK TO HEAVEN,

INSTEAD OF DEEP INSIDE.

SOMETHINí WRONG IS GOINí ON,

FROM THE EARTH UP TO THE SKY.