There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.
There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.
I won't be coming home tonight,
My generation will put it right.
We're not just making promises,
That we know, we'll never keep.
I remember long ago when the sun was shining,
Yes, and the stars were bright all through the night,
And the sound of your laughter as I held you tight, so long ago.