Wishful Thinking

Turmoil in the Middle-East,

Vain attempts to tame the beast,

Looks like this could go on for a while.

Violence running in the streets

Makes you cautious when you meet a stranger;

Puts you in denial.

When I think of how it used to be

The feelings all come back to me

To comfort me just like a long-lost friend,

But that restful feeling starts to sink

And I guess it’s wishful thinking

But I wish that we could be that way again.

 

Oh, Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’s not much I demand.

All I want is a little peace of mind.

And no, I ain’t been drinking,

Just a little wishful thinking

And a prayer to leave my troubles all behind.

 

I think about the innocents trapped behind coincidence,

Victims of the times in which they live.

And those who have more than they need,

Who cheat and hide behind their greed

When they’re the ones who have so much to give.

Why, dear Lord, won’t they relent,

Bend a little and repent,

Give up some of their ill-gotten gain.

I guess it’s just a fantasy

How these thoughts seem to come to me

And flood my mind like some torrential rain.

 

Oh, Lord, take me by the hand. You know

There’s not much I demand.

All I want is a little peace of mind.

And no, I ain’t been drinking,

Just a little wishful thinking

And a prayer to leave my troubles all behind.