If thereХs a thing that I canХt explain
ItХs why the world has to have so much pain
With all the ways of communicating
We canХt get in touch with who weХre hating
So turn on turn on turn on the news
I hear it every day on the radio
Somebody shoots some guy he donХt even know
Airplanes falling out of the sky
A babyХs born and another one dies
Highways fill with refugees
Doctors finding out about disease
With all this uptight pushing & shoving
That keeps us away from who weХre loving.
