| Well I see him on the Tv Preachin' bout the promise land | 
| He tells me to believe in Jesus | 
| And steals the money from my hand | 
| Some say he was a good man | 
| But Lord I think he sinned, yeah | 
| Twenty-two years of mental tears | 
| Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet | 
| Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore | 
| To find his country didn’t want him back | 
| Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon | 
| Our lawyers took his wife, his kids, no regrets | 
| In a time I don’t remember | 
| In a war he can’t forget | 
| He cries «Forgive me for what I’ve done there | 
| Cause I never meant the things I did» | 
| Chorus: | 
| And give me something to believe in If there’s a Lord above | 
| And give me something to believe in Oh, Lord arise | 
| Our best friend died a lonely man | 
| In some Palm Springs hotel room | 
| I got the call last Christmas Eve | 
| And they told me the news | 
| I tried all night not to break down and cry | 
| As the tears rolled down my face | 
| I felt so cold and empty | 
| Like a lost soul out of place | 
| And the mirror, mirror on the wall | 
| Sees my smile it fades again | 
| Chorus | 
| Sometimes I wish to God I didn’t know now | 
| The things I didn’t know then | 
| Road you gotta take me home | 
| I drive by the homeless sleepin on a cold dark street | 
| Like bodies in and open grave | 
| Underneath the broken old neon sign | 
| That used to read JESUS SAVES | 
| A mile away live the rich folk | 
| And I see how they’re living it up While the poor they eat from hand to mouth | 
| The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup | 
| And it just makes me wonder | 
| Why so many lose, so few win | 
| Chorus | 
| You take the high road | 
| And I’ll take the low road | 
| Sometime I wish I didn’t know now | 
| The things I didn’t know then |