All the way from America, your riding in to town.
With your head in the Snowplains you hardly touched the ground.

You tell me how its gonna be.
You tell me how its gonna be.

All the way from the badlands, you read between the lines.
Reaching out for the sick hands, to all the tiny minds.

You show me where you're gonna go.
You show me where you're gonna go.

Now is the day that we've been longing to start -
They don't understand your point of view.
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart,
and take all the pain you're going through.

It's in the fields and the alleyways, its burning through the town.
Crawling out from the subway, to turn up over ground.

You tell me how its gonna be.
You tell me how its gonna be.

Well I believe in another way - that you couldn't understand.
We'll see a chance in a new day and seize it from your hand.

Don't tell me how its gonna be.
Don't tell me how its gonna be.

Now is the day that we've been longing to start -
They don't understand your point of view.
Show me the way to drum the beat from your heart,
and take all the pain you're going through.