Wind Of Change - Live At The Forum, Los Angeles, 1976

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

When 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

'Til 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 it comes to broken dreams

You'll get your share

Sometime a man breaks down

And the good thing he is looking for

Are crushed 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 there

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

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 it comes to broken dreams

You'll get your share

Sometime a man breaks down, down, down...

And the good thing he is looking for

Are crushed 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?

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?