A cry for help - a hint of anaesthesia
The sound from broken homes - we used to always meet here
I watched all hell break loose, confined and unprepared
Is this what life's about? Is this the dream we share?

Can you help me? Can you spare some time?
No apologies for all these thoughts of mine
I hope to find some friends to maybe lead astray
To wake his daughter's sleep to turn his father grey

I can't see why all these confrontations
I can't see why all these dislocations
No family life - this makes me feel uneasy
Stood alone here in this colony
In this colony

Your God in his wisdom took you by the hand
Your God in his wisdom made you understand --
In this colony