Show me where to start, can't quench the flames when my hearts on red alert, panic in the air, prayer for the kids on the streets that live everywhere.
Who would be the man, to stand in the gap for truth when ever it demands papa's on he's knees 'cos he can't tell the wood from the trees...
On a down low hitch a ride you decide you will never compromise time to take it slow pick it up dusts it down remember you can improvise
When all is said and done relax and kick back, chill under a shady tree… papa's on he’s feet now he can see the wood from the trees
That stone… Roll that stone out of the way
Roll that stone there Roll that stone out of the way
Roll that stone there Roll that stone out of the way
Roll that stone there
Roll that stone away the road
Show me where to start, can't quench the flames when my hearts on red alert, panic in the air, prayer for the kids on the streets that live everywhere.
Who would be the man, to stand in the gap for truth when ever it demands papa's on he's knees 'cos he can't tell the wood from the trees...
On a down low hitch a ride you decide you will never compromise time to take it slow pick it up dusts it down remember you can improvise
When all is said and done relax and kick back, chill under a shady tree… papa's on he’s feet now he can see the wood from the trees
Roll that stone… Roll that stone out of the way
Roll that stone there Roll that stone out of the way
Roll that stone there Roll that stone out of the way