You want the crops without the plow
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can't have the Sun without the heat


Nothing that I say hasn't been said before
Nothing that I feel hasn't been felt before
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds


You want the crops without the plow
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can't have the Sun without the heat


So much wastе
So much waste
The waste of thе city
In the city lights
Weighin' so heavy on our minds
'Cause nothing is right
And there's so much wrong
Only we can change ourselves
The road is so long
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds

You want the crops without the plow
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can't have the Sun without the heat
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can't have the Sun without the heat