Hey you cuckoo!
See you're in the paper late today, accused of something
And your lips are closed to all of those who know she's missing
Talk abounds she won't be found alive and that's a pity

I read about all of these crimes. When will it end?

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
I'm tired of the insane running things
And I won't stop tryin' for change

Seems the town's ablaze and TV's live to show it's burning
All the while, the smiling juvenile is seeking mercy

I see these crimes all of the time. When will it end?

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
I'm tired of the insane running things
And I won't stop tryin' for change

We legislate and educate trying to find
A way to fix the broken dream

Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
If this is the youth of tomorrow
I'm running the other way
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way
I'm tired of the insane running things
And I won't stop tryin' for change