Up in heaven There are no good byes and in America They don't sing lullabies Out on the wasteland They got dreamy eyes Revolution has been bought and sold And your big cities are getting mighty cold Be a good pilgrim and do what you're told
You can't buy a piece of wind You can turn steel into skin People might try again and again But no one can buy a piece of wind
Fortunate sailor on the shining shore, he has left us forevermore Now he awaits us so open the door
No one can buy a piece of wind You can turn steel into skin I said people might try again and again But no one can buy a piece of wind