It's coming through a hole in the air, From those nights in Tienanmen 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 U.S.A.
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 U.S.A.
It's coming from the sorrow in the street, The holy places where the races meet, From the homicidal bitching 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 U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on Oh 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, sail on.
It's coming to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they 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 U.S.A.
It's coming from the women and the men. Oh baby, we'll be making love again. We'll be going d