Voice of America

A man on the radio wakes me from sleep
 I've tried not to listen, but my conscience is weak
 I've come up for air, 'cause I really can't breathe
 Sometimes I think that he's talking to me...
 The voice of America
 The call of a stranger reach in to me
 The cry of a soldier
 The sound of a mother
 Makes my heart weep...
 I come home at night and turn on the tv
 And the face of a woman stares out from the screen
 I try not to look, but the truth still remains
 Her eyes speak the words that embody my pain...
 The voice of America
 The call of a stranger reach in to me
 The cry of a soldier
 The sound of a mother
 Makes my heart weep...
 So I drove to the ocean
 And lay down on the sand
 To commune with the silence, the waves and the land
 But someone was shouting to me
 From the hollows below the ground...
 It's the cry of a man on the street
 It's a mother, it's a soldier, it's a priest
 It's a boy in a gang with a gun
 It's a voice and it's coming from everyone
 It's the tears of a child
 And the sound of a woman who can't speak
 It's the old people talking about the young girls
 Laughing at the young boys playing on the beach
 It's your lover's voice and the kid that you can never teach
 The brother you can't reach
 It touches you and all that you can never see
 It's the choir boy's song and the man who's never coming home
 It's a drum, it's a nun
 We are one single voice
 Make the choice and rejoice
 With the voice of America!
 The voice of America
 The call of a stranger reach in to me
 The cry of a soldier
 The sound of a mother
 Makes my heart weep...
 (We all connect at the heart of it
 We all play our own part in it
 You are never alone you know
 You are finally coming home...)
 The voice of America
 The call of a stranger reach in to me
 The cry of a soldier
 The sound of a mother
 Makes my heart weep...