With the graceful and grotesque the morning rings
 Hear the garbage [bad word] roll by
 Hear the birds begin to sing
 Their song of love and praise
 And may their happy sound
 Be strong enough to raise
 Our spirits off the ground
 Or love don't stand a ghost of a chance

 I'm on the trail of a storm and everywhere I look
 Appear the ones that life has torn
 Like pages from a book
 Left to soldier on
 No shoulder for to lean I'd be lost without a song
 But if your love wasn't there for me
 I just wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance

 From where I sit
 There's too many eyes crying tears
 Too many lives living in fear
 Wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone
 Too many hands stirring the pot In a land of haves and have-nots All wondering why it's all gone wrong

 Now as the ballet and [bad word] to play
 Give to me the strength to act
 And not look the other way
 For there's a war outside
 Can't take it lying down
 Got to look it in the eye
 We've got to stand our ground
 Or love don't stand a ghost of a chance
 Love don't stand a ghost of a chance