The voices are always there
For those who care to hear
Discontent with in the air
A rising sense of fear
It's in poetry and punk shows
It's in leaflets on the street
The undercurrent always flows
A hard thing to defeat
So listen, listen, listen all ye
Who think there's no passion anymore
Because all I see before me
Is emotion overflowing from the core
We are all tuned in when we're young
Some tune out with age
But the song is still being sung
Even to those who want to turn the page
