Pray For Rain

We're going up now just like a kite
 Burning our wings on a sun so bright
 Wondering where lightning will strike
 Everybody says that the end's in sight
 Shadow was booing in the minds of men
 We made our home inside this lion's den
 Salute, soldier, the boss is inside
 He makes no distinction between wrong and right
 Well everybody has their price
 Is that true, is that right
 Who is eyeing on me
 Hey it's you, tomorrow me
 Well that wind is blowing hard outside
 And the fires of war they still burn so bright
 I'm praying for some rain tonight
 Open hand's a blessing and closed hand a curse
 Everything that grows started out in the dirt
 Don't you worry 'bout the line or your place of birth
 They say the first will be last
 But will the last be first
 And yes you heard, I said now, talk is cheap
 Guess that depends on the words that you speak
 Memphis, Tennessee, 1968, you can get
 Big bullet holes for the things that you say, well
 Everybody has their price
 Is that true, is that right
 Who is eyeing on me
 Hey, it's you, tomorrow me
 Well that wind is blowing hard outside
 And the fires of war they still burn so bright
 I'm praying for some rain tonight
 But there's still some things even gold can't buy
 Why would we paint this world black and white
 Everybody choose a side
 But when the train keeps on moving you're along for the ride, well
 Everybody has their price
 Is that true, is that right
 Who is eyeing on me
 Hey, it's you, tomorrow me
 Well that wind is blowing hard outside
 And the fires of war they still burn so bright
 I'm praying for some rain
 I'm praying for some rain
 I'm praying for some rain tonight