Love Is 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've 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's violence

Silently I go



Love's on its way, ooh

Hope it won't be too late



'Cause when the day comes

And I've counted all my sins

How many I'll 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's on its way, ooh

Hope it won't be too late



Love's on its way

Love's on its way

Love's on its way, ooh

Hope it won't be too late