He said, Give me a penny, son, can`t you see Europe is dyin`

& I wished I hadn`t understood a single word he said

& I wished it hadn`t been as if he`d looked inside my head

So, little by little I ford my way up through the river

& the power that`s mine is the power of one who`s forgiven

& I wished I had some better news than what I just now read

& I wished I hadn`t understood a single word the newsman said

Yeah, I wished that I was wrong or even lyin`

But seems like Europe is dying

So I fly `cross the ocean & I find another man cryin`

He says `gimme a cent, son, America, America is dyin`

(Chorus 1+) & I wish we`d use a little more of what`s inside our heads,

but, son, America`s dyin`

Cause it`s not always the stronger one who`s always in the right

& your money`s not a guarantee that you`ll win every fight

God I wished that I was wrong or ... but your money is dyin`