Lyrics:

He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in
She said 'I'm a teacher here. I teach the children.'
And he wondered to himself there and then the things he could learn from her
The great mighty wonder

I think of the names you once called me in anger
I remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes
Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger
Come, come all ye faithful

Seems like nothing goes right
For the world that we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Because yonder comes the morning

Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven
And down in the garden they're changing sticks into snakes
And the jangle of religious medals would put
The fear of God into an angel
Bread, bread of heaven

It looks like a drift to the right
For the world we were born in
Oh, but the horizon is bright
Because yonder comes the morning

It looks like a drift to the right
For the world we were born in
Oh, but the horizon is bright
Because yonder comes the morning