| I sat in my room | |
| So dismal and blue | |
| Feeling that I can communicate | |
| With you | |
| So I picked up my thoughts | |
| Picked up paper and pen | |
| I know there are causes to defend | |
| Now everybody stand up | |
| Let's spread these words | |
| Around the neighborhood | |
| Return to the source all isn't lost | |
| Now the world is changing | |
| Beyond recognition | |
| And it's not too late | |
| Don't seal your fate | |
| With radiation | |
| With pollution | |
| And all that confusion | |
| It's not too late | |
| For making a new world | |
| It's not too late | |
| For making a better world | |
| It's not too late | |
| Oooh ou oooh |