There's got to be one good afternoon 

Undescribable magic powers can make this come true 



I don't see any changes, any changes 

In time, there'll be no one else to follow you 

Only if I could see a cavalry of different voices 

helping hands, holding a pole, with bright white fabric 



There's got to be something I can do 

Make a song that could make you sing with me 

Only then I can be as happy as unity 

Ride with me, take a stroll into humanity 

Can you see a fruitless waste of energy 

Efforts, in time, will be a part of history 



Knock, knock, knock, knock 

Where have you been? 

Talk, talk, talk, talk 

All that you've been doing