Love's 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 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 violence

Silently I go

Love on its way ooh

Hope it won be too late

when the day comes

And I counted all my sins

How many I 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 on its way ooh

Hope it won be too late

Love on it way

Love on it way

Love on it way ooh

Hope it won be too late