I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.

I saw my father walk that lonely mile.

I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.

I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old 

Nirvana T-Shirt on.

I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.

I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didn't 

bother to ask him why.

I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with 

yeah, yeah, yeah.

I saw blood against the window of a florist shop 

somewhere.



There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what 

do or say,

I'm scared of thinking what it means.

I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought 

these pictures home to you,

Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)



I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.

I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas 

sketches in a mall

I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on 

second beach.

I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere 

desperately out of reach.

I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South 

Africa

I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be 

Americans, everywhere,

Even in America



There's so many things I heard today, I don't know what 

to do or say.

I'm scared of thinking what it means

I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought 

their soundtrack back to you

Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans (x3)

I know the end is coming, and it doesn't matter when.

I know the end is a beginning, if it happens ever now 

and then.

Worlds collide and tears explode.

Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code

I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain

I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me 

change my name again

So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; 

I'll sing it out.

We don't need no one to tell us what it means

I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to 

show them too

Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans (x3)