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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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