(Macrae, Noone, Moss)
I was searching for the answer
But I didn’t know where to start
So I went to the doctor
To take a look in his black box
And he said, what are you searching for
You don’t need this to free your mind
And all the crowd sing
It’s time out for the rat race
Feed on it, my one true desire
Now we’ve hot the power to love
We’ve got the power
To hold on to
Push on through
We are the brightest star
Repeat chorus
He said, I’ll take you on journey
Across sea and over land
To see the death and the destruction
Brought about by our own hands
And all around the world
Check in to the Last Change Motel
And all the crowd sing
It’s time out for the rat race
Feed on it my one true desire
Now we’ve got the power to love
We’ve got the power
To hold on to
Push on through
We are the brightest star
Repeat chorus