How many times must I lead you to water,
how many times must I catch you from grace
and how many times must the lamb go to slaughter,
it seems that things will never change.

How many times can you trust your conviction,
how many times can you feel your own pain
and how many days of your life are prediction,
it seems that things will never change.

How many times can we develop something we've just done
and how many times can we re-run the race that we've just won.

Well, we're always looking, for something new,
but what difference does it make, when there's no point of view,
'cos when you can't even take care of the past,
how do you expect the future to last?
Well, there's people in pain, all over the world,
and if something doesn't change, between man and his world,
say goodbye to all the birds and the bees,
deforestation and the death of the trees,
immunization, as we fall to our knees,
I'm begging you, please! I'm begging you, please!

How many times can we live without loving,
how many times can we choose our own fate
and how many times can we clip the white dove's wing,
it seems that things will never change.