Too many leaders no one to follow
Too many clouds not enough rain
Too many words and promises, too hard to swallow
Too many innocents die in vain

I can tell you how it used to be
Let me write another melody
I can tell you how it used to feel
When we stood up for what we believed

So, I will follow you. I will follow you.

Too many bankers not enough money
If it wasn’t serious, it would be funny
Too many artists not enough art
Too much marketing not enough heart.

I can tell you how it used to be
Let me write another melody
I can tell you how it used to feel
When artists stood up for what we believed

So, I will follow you. I will follow you.

Too many children not enough fathers
Too many clowns not enough laughter
Too many people, not enough souls
Not enough windows too many walls.

I can tell you how it used to be
Let me write another melody
I can tell you how it used to feel
When we stood up for what we believed

So, I will follow you. I will follow you.