Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning
So i went with my own eyes to see
And i landed in places where the make-up on your faces telling stories in color tv
but it's hard to believe you can find what you're looking for...anymore

Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays
So I went with my own eyes to see
that the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin'
come and get your share
if you have a care oh noo
But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for ohh anymore

Any way that I make is my own
But I know what i'm in for
And It's hard to know how to get home
but I know what i'm in for

(solo)

I heard a lot of talk about a revolution
So i went with my own eyes to see
that i'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes pays for so many problems i see
but it's hard to believe that you can find
what you're looking for ohh nooo

Any way that I make is my own
But I know what i'm in for
And It's hard to know how to get home
but I know what i'm in for

(Thanks to Brian for these lyrics)