Graham Nash

We can heed the call, we can trip and fall
We can read the scrawl on the garden wall
Let the ashes fall upon us all
Or not at all, it's in us all
Can we say it's cool, from a heated pool
When we give a jewel to a starving fool
And if we can't be cruel then let us take the tool
And change the rule, change the rule
When we've all begun to see the world we're on
Don't you see there's only one
Then we all begin to see the skin we're in
It's just the same, there's only one, there's only one
Do we have the grace, to begin the race
In another place face to face
Do we stand the pace or do we let the case
Go to waste, go to waste, go to waste
Do you like the taste

Written by: Mick Anderson micka@jolt.mpx.com.au