I wouldn't make a sound if I wasn't
So angry.
I wouldn't be running if there wasn't so far
To go.
I wouldn't keep on if there wasn't something
Worth keeping.
I want to believe that
This mountain can be moved.
But this is only a song...
It can't change the world.
I get a little scared when I'm driving through
The ghetto.
There's a part of me
That wants to hide;
There's a part of me
That wants to move in. Because even though
I grew up in the suburbs, I didn't really grow
Until I learned how so many others lived.
But this is only a song...
It can't change the world.
I'm digging, digging deep
In myself.
But who needs a shovel
When you have a little boy like mine?
This ain't the world
That I want to give him;
People racing around in cars,
And cities you can't even walk across.
This is only a song...
It can't change the world.
I've been thinking about Providence-
And craving a Root Beer Float.
I didn't make these rules, but it's come time for us
To row this boat!
And on the horizon I see windmills
Spouting up in rows.
There's young folks farming, and a few
That are going to vote.
But this is only a song...
It can't change the world.
So why try?
Why even sing at all?
I picture the Harlem Globetrotters dancing
Like mosquitoes with a basketball.
Because there is beauty in freedom,
And folks like me came over on boats,
Flew in on planes, crawled under fences,
And fought wars, just to find a place
To be free.
But this is only a song...
It can't change the world.
This is only a song...
It can't change the world.
This is only a song...
It can't change the world.