Democracy

[Verse 1]

It's coming through a hole in the air

From those nights in Tiananmen Square

It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real

Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there

From the wars against disorder

From the sirens night and day

From the fires of the homeless

From the ashes of the gay

Democracy is coming to the USA

[Verse 2]

It's coming through a crack in the wall

On a visionary flood of alcohol

From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount

Which I don't pretend to understand at all

It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay

From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet

Democracy is coming to the USA

[Verse 3]

It's coming from the sorrow in the street

The holy places where the races meet

From the homicidal bitchin'

That goes down in every kitchen

To determine who will serve and who will eat

From the wells of disappointment

Where the women kneel to pray

For the grace of God in the desert here

And the desert far away

Democracy is coming to the USA

[Chorus]

Sail on, sail on

O mighty ship of state

To the shores of need

Past the reefs of greed

Through the squalls of hate

Sail on, sail on, sail on

[Verse 4]

It's coming to America first

The cradle of the best, of the worst

It's here they've got the range

And the machinery for change

And it's here they've got the spiritual thirst

It's here the family's broken

And it's here the lonely say

That the heart has got to open

In a fundamental way

Democracy is coming to the USA

[Verse 5]

It's coming from the women and the men

Oh baby, we'll be making love again

We'll be going down so deep

That the river's going to weep

And the mountain's gonna shout "Amen"

It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway

Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array

Democracy is coming to the USA

[Chorus]

Sail on, sail on

O mighty ship of state

To the shores of need

Past the reefs of greed

Through the squalls of hate

Sail on, sail on, sail on

[Verse 6]

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean

Oh, I love the country, but I can't stand the scene

And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonight

Getting lost in that hopeless little screen

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay

I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet

Democracy is coming to, to the USA

To the USA

To the USA

To the USA