Main Course
Released June 1975
Recorded 6 January – 21 [bad word] 1975

In the streets of New York City 
every man can feel the cold, 
and I don't want no pity, 
but I want my story told. 

And the lights shine down on me, 
they shine on the little boy, 
is this way to make him pay 
being born in a world of joy? 

But like me, he don't know where he'll go wrong, 
he won't cry so many tears 
till he finds out why he don't belong. 

Like me, there's no room for us out there, 
you can lose your hope and pride, 
when [bad word] to broken dreams 
you'll get your share. 

Sometimes a man breaks down, 
and the good things he is looking for 
are [bad word] into the ground. 

Get on up, look around, 
can't you feel the wind of change? 
Get on up, taste the air, 
can't you see the wind of change? 

Don't you understand what I'm saying? 
We need a god down here, 
a man to lead us children, 
take us from the valley of fear. 

Make the lights shine down on us, 
show us the road to go, 
help us survive, make us arrive, 
teach us what we need to know. 

Like me, he don't know where he'll go wrong, 
he won't cry so many tears 
till he finds out why he don't belong. 

Like me, there's no room for us out there, 
you can lose your hope and pride, 
when [bad word] to broken dreams 
you'll get your share. 

Sometimes a man breaks down, down, down down, down, 
and the good things he is searching for 
are [bad word] into the ground. 

Get on up, look around, 
can't you feel the wind of change? 
Get on up, taste the air, 
can't you see the wind of change? 
Get on up, look around, 
can't you feel the wind of change? 
Get on up, taste the air, 
can't you see the wind of change? 
Get on up, look around, 
can't you feel the wind of change? 
Get on up, taste the air, 
can't you see the wind of change?