There is no blank slate, no blank slate here
So where do I begin? Where do I begin?
There is blood, there is dirt on the hands
Of the man that I want to love
So where do I begin? And how do they fit in?

Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol
Now but you can be so much more
But I have found that if it's sleep
That I look for, look for
I won't find it here

There is rain there is rain that I can barely fathom
Their fate is in the hands, those dirty bloody hands
So they pray and they vote and they hope that their fate is good
That the man will be all he said he'd be
That their sons will see all they want to see

Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol
Now but you can be so much more
But I have found that if it's sleep
That I look for, look for
I won't find it here

I won't find it here
No, I won't find it here
I won't find it here
No, I won't find it here

Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol
Now but you can be so much more
But I have found that if it's sleep
That I look for, look for
I won't find it here

That I'll look for, look for
I won't find it here
That I'll look for, look for
I won't find it here