I wouldn't make a sound if I wasn't
So angry

I wouldn't be running if there wasn't so far
To go

I wouldn't keep on if there wasn't something
Worth keeping

I want to believe that
This mountain can be moved

But this is only a song...
It can't change the world

I get a little scared when I'm driving through
The ghetto

There's a part of me
That wants to hide;

There's a part of me
That wants to move in. Because even though

I grew up in the suburbs, I didn't really grow
Until I learned how so many others lived
But this is only a song...
It can't change the world

I'm digging, digging deep
In myself

But who needs a shovel
When you have a little boy like mine?

This ain't the world
That I want to give him:

People racing around in cars
And cities you can't even walk across

This is only a song...
It can't change the world

I've been thinking about Providence-
And craving a Root Beer Float

I didn't make these rules, but it's come time for us
To row this boat!

And on the horizon I see windmills
Spouting up in rows
There's young folks farming, and a few
That are going to vote

But this is only a song...
It can't change the world

So why try?
Why even sing at all?

I picture the Harlem Globetrotters dancing
Like mosquitoes with a basketball

Because there is beauty in freedom
And folks like me came over on boats

Flew in on planes, crawled under fences
And fought wars, just to find a place

To be free

But this is only a song...
It can't change the world

This is only a song...
It can't change the world
This is only a song...
It can't change the world